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Will only permanent storage?
A minute to know each other, but a lifetime to forget, turned a minute, but a lifetime to recall. That is the unfortunate people, why not like computer memory to delete, In the confusion of the misty rain, I alone to walk , I don't know after the rainy season is rainy or sunny day, after the sadness is sad or happy? Love the world of mortals, I use the tears wash mud marks left by the time, but always also can not catch the ahead of time. I want to bury once in the past, but how also can not find suitable cemetery. Off-limits to the depths of the heart that soft, one not careful will touch, deep scars still flowing blood, just numb the pain.
How many times I desire to always be lonely love lingering, how many times is eager to meet each other always can't find the way to your world. Once the rub shoulders, looking back at once in the time tunnel erosion into the trace of the past , every time wipe a shoulder, are suffering heart, looking back at once per is the call of the eternal. Dreams have a lot of exports, but I am always going to give up the dream of you, in the dream the other disasters.
The past with a gentle, how can really do is buried, buried blossom, hid flowers die, will you smile carved into eternal joys yan Nasonex.
Who isn't going to write a night alone, but has been broken, think later should be written more than others. I was reminded of an old man, from I know this person very hour, unintentionally, of course, also met many times. Met for the first time is a bad impression on me, think this is very dangerous, I mean danger is not his mind's eye bad, but he is a madman.
How many times I desire to always be lonely love lingering, how many times is eager to meet each other always can't find the way to your world. Once the rub shoulders, looking back at once in the time tunnel erosion into the trace of the past , every time wipe a shoulder, are suffering heart, looking back at once per is the call of the eternal. Dreams have a lot of exports, but I am always going to give up the dream of you, in the dream the other disasters.
The past with a gentle, how can really do is buried, buried blossom, hid flowers die, will you smile carved into eternal joys yan Nasonex.
Who isn't going to write a night alone, but has been broken, think later should be written more than others. I was reminded of an old man, from I know this person very hour, unintentionally, of course, also met many times. Met for the first time is a bad impression on me, think this is very dangerous, I mean danger is not his mind's eye bad, but he is a madman.
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