All those years, we love
on the lush years, that did not lead to love.
Memory is a yellowing of the photos, do not inadvertently open, shake off the thoughts.
astringent flower season, travelled to track, the delinquent is dropping it in the wet the memory, spills, splashes, flower flower ripple, has been extended to the block on the memory of the Coast ...
the scattered memories, the youngest lost the pure beautiful.
At that time. If you spend, and is certainly for you thins out, tear-if you stream, is for your crying; on thin, it's for your acacia ...
author's flow in the beginning of a love at first sight.
an ivory tower of years, astringent, ignorant. Why couldn't the heart, unknown to even love - - - -
we all had loved, even if that love from the beginning to the end. We just one person. Perhaps this is the one, at that.
different from those campus night night love, compared to them, we love more true, but love more deeply ...
as, Liu Yuan-yuan said, We are most willing to love a person, they are often in dark land. Yes, we love pure, sincere, courageous, but awkward. The secret is a scary thing. Every time he and his words, it is like a war, to demonstrate a humorous look, and the fear that he was aware that she was afraid he did not know, and even more afraid that he was aware that he pretends to not know about it; the land is a loneliness, and I think that his name is only on my mouth is safe. We bitterly, deeply, contradictions, and awkwardly love. There are a lot of times, we always take care, and the fear that he was aware that a population, a gleam of love. He was in the playground run, play sports or even a stroll, and we will always be free to be free to talk to the playground, sitting in a sight of him the corner, he saw every gesture, every action will be in the heart of Pat hi, it seems that the whole person with his moving and moving, and he's hopping and jumping, as if he were on its own, to the right behind him or with him. Well-being at that time, we have to say that the simple, was nothing more than to see him. If you do not know why he laughed, and I do not know why he was worried, but he He said with a smile more than their own laugh, see his worry about what is in their own home, and in each one he may be looking to see their own an instant, there will always be he discovers go head to head to be so few seconds to look back to see whether or not he has found himself, secretly alarmed by the implicit in, and in many cases, we also expect him to understand that a population, a gleam of love. There is a confession of the impulse, and often at that time, I was self-undercurrent over Chung: I do not tell him I like him? In what way he was told? He will be accepted or rejected? Tell him that I like him, I would like to give him all of their own, and even for him to give up all. Come on, I can give him? What do I have to give him? Is there something that I can be for him to give up? I can do for him to give up what? A series of questions, ask and answer questions in mind.
Yes it is! His name is only placed in my mouth is safe, even in the mouth are not safe. Even quiet record droplet joy on a notebook, there had never been any write down his name. All those years, we love the speech carefully, when the dust has settled, the flowers. In addition to our own, no one knows that person, that name, all those years of our ...
" Like a personal favorite to not feel that seems to have suddenly have a soft rib, it would seem that there is a armor. " smashing those memories in the memorial, and whether or not there is always one at all to talk about his name in an instant will stop the heartbeat; whether it is on a runway in exhausting effort spent, accidentally caught the shadow of his, and although you are not sure whether or not he can see you, and will do all he rushed into terminal.
Green Campus, under the plane-tree, the white bands, and the holding of books, hay micro-sun, whispering trees, and thoughts in you burn a shadow, well-being is also slightly knowing smile ...
all those years, the canvas pictures of the Erase time, those memories, as we work with campus of the comeback, young away, course in the endless years. So, looking back, and who is also able to "Printing" the memory of their own? Why do we have to go to miss the obsessed, why do you want to regret that if: Why do you want to miss lost so much, why do they have to regret that it was not what to say, the so-called story is not necessarily a better results. changed with the passage of time, earthshaking, and then in his heart that he, now, where the situation? It may be that we vaguely know, or perhaps do not know, but no matter what we know or do not know that it does not matter. It is important that your life's most beautiful season, we all have the most sincere of the obsession with the past is sufficient.
Perhaps, that was not available, and is the most precious, the most obsessed with the transition is also the most beautiful
on the lush years, that did not lead to love.
Memory is a yellowing of the photos, do not inadvertently open, shake off the thoughts.
astringent flower season, travelled to track, the delinquent is dropping it in the wet the memory, spills, splashes, flower flower ripple, has been extended to the block on the memory of the Coast ...
the scattered memories, the youngest lost the pure beautiful.
At that time. If you spend, and is certainly for you thins out, tear-if you stream, is for your crying; on thin, it's for your acacia ...
author's flow in the beginning of a love at first sight.
an ivory tower of years, astringent, ignorant. Why couldn't the heart, unknown to even love - - - -
we all had loved, even if that love from the beginning to the end. We just one person. Perhaps this is the one, at that.
different from those campus night night love, compared to them, we love more true, but love more deeply ...
as, Liu Yuan-yuan said, We are most willing to love a person, they are often in dark land. Yes, we love pure, sincere, courageous, but awkward. The secret is a scary thing. Every time he and his words, it is like a war, to demonstrate a humorous look, and the fear that he was aware that she was afraid he did not know, and even more afraid that he was aware that he pretends to not know about it; the land is a loneliness, and I think that his name is only on my mouth is safe. We bitterly, deeply, contradictions, and awkwardly love. There are a lot of times, we always take care, and the fear that he was aware that a population, a gleam of love. He was in the playground run, play sports or even a stroll, and we will always be free to be free to talk to the playground, sitting in a sight of him the corner, he saw every gesture, every action will be in the heart of Pat hi, it seems that the whole person with his moving and moving, and he's hopping and jumping, as if he were on its own, to the right behind him or with him. Well-being at that time, we have to say that the simple, was nothing more than to see him. If you do not know why he laughed, and I do not know why he was worried, but he He said with a smile more than their own laugh, see his worry about what is in their own home, and in each one he may be looking to see their own an instant, there will always be he discovers go head to head to be so few seconds to look back to see whether or not he has found himself, secretly alarmed by the implicit in, and in many cases, we also expect him to understand that a population, a gleam of love. There is a confession of the impulse, and often at that time, I was self-undercurrent over Chung: I do not tell him I like him? In what way he was told? He will be accepted or rejected? Tell him that I like him, I would like to give him all of their own, and even for him to give up all. Come on, I can give him? What do I have to give him? Is there something that I can be for him to give up? I can do for him to give up what? A series of questions, ask and answer questions in mind.
Yes it is! His name is only placed in my mouth is safe, even in the mouth are not safe. Even quiet record droplet joy on a notebook, there had never been any write down his name. All those years, we love the speech carefully, when the dust has settled, the flowers. In addition to our own, no one knows that person, that name, all those years of our ...
" Like a personal favorite to not feel that seems to have suddenly have a soft rib, it would seem that there is a armor. " smashing those memories in the memorial, and whether or not there is always one at all to talk about his name in an instant will stop the heartbeat; whether it is on a runway in exhausting effort spent, accidentally caught the shadow of his, and although you are not sure whether or not he can see you, and will do all he rushed into terminal.
Green Campus, under the plane-tree, the white bands, and the holding of books, hay micro-sun, whispering trees, and thoughts in you burn a shadow, well-being is also slightly knowing smile ...
all those years, the canvas pictures of the Erase time, those memories, as we work with campus of the comeback, young away, course in the endless years. So, looking back, and who is also able to "Printing" the memory of their own? Why do we have to go to miss the obsessed, why do you want to regret that if: Why do you want to miss lost so much, why do they have to regret that it was not what to say, the so-called story is not necessarily a better results. changed with the passage of time, earthshaking, and then in his heart that he, now, where the situation? It may be that we vaguely know, or perhaps do not know, but no matter what we know or do not know that it does not matter. It is important that your life's most beautiful season, we all have the most sincere of the obsession with the past is sufficient.
Perhaps, that was not available, and is the most precious, the most obsessed with the transition is also the most beautiful