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wooden fish in front of the Buddha of love, life tap, life's pain, just to remember past lives moment of pleasure. That pain etched on my heart, tears flowing in my heart, the water can not see [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Foyi invisible.
love is gold coins, one side is happy, one side is the pain, spinning, sorrows and joys staggered. Once stopped, the pain is always in the top side, dusty living past.
love fingers of sand, the more you grasp it [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it more quietly from your fingers fall. If you put it down, but added with the whole desert.
love the buttons of your chest, you always involved, it is easy to fall off, Gu Lulu fell to the ground, it is difficult to find by. Until that day, lifting the sofa, only to find that once lay sadly beautiful years corner, has long been covered with dust.
peek into the storm in the summer of love, Ye Hao your umbrella, raincoat worth mentioning, are not withstand. You from wind and rain out until you wet and drying machines around to look for when looking back always bleak place, go back, and no rain and no sunshine.
Love is flower flower only once. Maybe a tree, flowers, bloom time and again, but the breakdown of Fallen flowers, you will find that only the one you most unforgettable, tis called love. Love, pain, and scattered, thanks. But you never know for whom the flower when open.
Love is a meteor shower, that burning passion of love, the gorgeous beauty of polished dark eyes. You're just obsessed with one, trailing his life, will not entirely meteorite burning in my hands, the vicissitudes of love that old age is better than the smile of youth.
Love is the cocoon of the silkworm. Biting, struggling, to his breakthrough in the miracle of love is. When love comes, you will understand a butterfly is an ideal, but our love has always been moths only.
love is a fragile, you never know which array breeze [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it fell, pieces of debris, could no longer sew.
love is a luxury, has it been, no it is required. It is like hanging in the closet of the mink coat, you're not wearing it, the winter is over.
children love brick castle on the beach, between the inter-Sheng are surprises. Only because of joy, just for fun, that moment, love is in the world, love is life. When that tide hit, all the love we trace the castle, silently.
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