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Care is a sensitive soul, a blend of heart and heart only to the long history of life in the long buried deep feelings and deep thoughts. For us, there is no drawing near together, and no hand in hand together, not to walk the streets side by side together, and we are only in the distant foster a love of Acacia in the hotbed.
ordinary days, pregnant with the moving and beautiful story, the story of the love between you and me, thoughtful, caring, miss. Night for me, is the most difficult to spend time, often missing in the thick and deep memories of quiet in the misty blankly. Out the window, the winter nights so still makes my heart like cat on hot bricks, mountains Meng Meng in mind when thinking of such a shadow on the mood, tired, coke [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], walk right into every, station walk around your mind blown afar , as if with you, kind of miss the feeling like the roaring sea [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], billowing layers of spray ... ...
miss the dead of night, you like a touch of lily, crescent moon below, smooth shiny, If the baby's tender skin [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a pair of snow that beat the hand, kept as cheerful butterfly swirls, intent expression [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], such as birth, their course, shallow face, the most beautiful smile to show the love of the mind, in the a piece of my mind this is the most beautiful oil paintings depicting the truth is that you use a section of love notes in different colors, so I feel the gentle night. And you're in the dead of night, sweet as a rose in full bloom, sway with youthful and bright, so I was immersed in the infinite love in sweet reveries and. Occasionally, a trace of unhappiness across the heart, a trace of melancholy, a ray of wistful, like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, in the layers of ripples stirred my heart, stir my heart a long long time too worried about thousands of places. That sweater snow conditions, such as Acacia, in our pure love in the most honest and planted the seeds of precious lives, which is a needle of love, the love of rows will be in our long-life fields the most vibrancy, the most beautiful bright flowers. Imagine you burning the midnight oil, tens of thousands of needle and down, it is a kind of love, what kind of situation, my heart like a burning flame, more like a long long time to hug you, my true love with the most pain of love, always put you in my arms, let you enjoy the sweet life ... ...
Honey, you work hard, love your heart will let me in the river of life in efforts to create the most beautiful small boat, with your life floating in the calm rivers, through the flowers blossoming in the spring, through the extremely hot in summer, golden autumn harvest and enjoy the snow or winter.