 Wysłany: Pią 15:37, 25 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Desert Rhapsody |
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| suddenly want to go to the desert, could not suppress the urge. Want to see where the sunset, take a look at where the castle.
longing to do it under the name of the desert sunset Xiao-off, in the faint Xiaosheng years in the relentless feeling stripped of its red makeup yesterday Watches replica, until the scars! look forward to rolling sand, look to the really tall desolate castle. Experienced the baptism of the millennium, who else in this desolate castle bounce the lute Fake rolex, quietly waiting for the millennium created by fate? shares suddenly inexplicable melancholy, confused eyes full of fireworks and fireworks flying under the sand that roll. extravagant fireworks, how are you melancholy, for whom you are dancing is charming; quicksand can not help, you are whom haggard it? desert ah, you have the pride of it? Is also with the depletion of the sea, with the last tear that had gone with the wind? Perhaps after your pride can only fly in the picture, right? see the stone that is now being aloof thousand years wore off edges, leaving only several strains of the lonely pine trees and castles as partners! is not that I have deep desert, why his eyes are moist sand, why do I feel sad that castle? Piper bounce is that for their own warning, or is it to tell me, what? to tell me not to let the years polished their edges and corners of pride, or to tell me not to wait until everything is going back to their desolate sigh? desert ah, is not life, you know what I'm about to be sandy Fake watches, or why, suddenly, I am so close to you want? Perhaps, when their breakthrough in the establishment of the security line again, when the target becomes blurred by the clear, when examining the eyes of emotion becomes cold, when it all happened when my life is not to have been desertified it? fireworks, fireworks, sky fly, whom you charming, but a drunk seeing flowers, flowers drunk; sand, sand, sky fly, who you haggard, but edge to geographical dispersion, edge of water. seeing Flower also drunk drunk, edge to edge San edge of water! That may be true drunk, drunk in their own imaginary world; perhaps really scattered, scattered thousands of reincarnation and the flying butterfly tears. just that, that flute under the desert sunset person really me? It really was ready to rebound desolate castle waiting for life to meet pipa it? suddenly realize that not only was the life of desertification, as well as his own soul, because I did not, like the flute and the joy and dedication! Perhaps, I should see, even heartless years, it still wiped away the sand swirling and the desolate castle and the castle was slightly sad love story. |
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