Wake up, like the afternoon-time, white sweet sunshine, the corner of the window catch a glimpse of the sun, but also feeling lazy, I secretly shed the warmth to melt, shrink the soft pillows, cover the body with pure white quilt, two drowsily, fascinated by the sun. Nostalgia seems very calm dark, do not want to think must face facts. Take a deep breath, indeed of my wake up, no matter how reluctantly. Seven color melody, time is exciting and passionate tunes either, nor excites any ripples, memory recovery, as I woke up quietly, dreamless sleep the sadness dissolved, my sorrow, is to pull into a heart thousand, remained in the air no less than a trace, I was the only bloody taste of loneliness, Flying duck looked at him and her. No response, the language into the air, floating look, looking to meet its target, but unfortunately the dissolved air in the colorless and tasteless, not even a trace of sorrow are heard said. I smiled on their own, the flow of silent memory, piece of text messages to my heart tear into five hundred, his eyes, trying to push me out, I told myself many times do not love him, but the sudden loss of the heart cruel and tear of the two and a half, while convulsions, and even tears are too late Liu Buchu, on the unconscious. Fragile it really good, yourself, how is it? Why blow gently emotional can make their own lie down, 18 years old my birthday, the first organ in Scotland, the second is Beethoven’s Pastoral, the third silent, sad drip into the stream, bubbling flow of , but he turned into a flood,wow gold safe, erosion of mending barely complete heart. I stroked the sun mercy, waves of sadness. Sad all of a sudden out of sleep suppression, was released from my man, I want to cry. A memorial with tears of love I bear, I do so very quickly, Ju Teng was a trace of tears mixed composition,sell wow gold, the mind is dizzy, forget all the gaps. Maple Leaf bloom white in the gray sky, is dying of nostalgia, pain and tears down the cheeks wild distorted falling, my heart is really torn general, medicine taste of air mixed with sorrow blocked nose and mouth. Ten seconds seems more than a decade, piece of text messages, my illness means just like the feeling very well. Gentle finger picked away my cheeks the tears, pain awakens at low tide. The language is gentle men, as that day Young fan leaves lush under Mao say hello acquaintance: What? ! I fully Mogao Qing state. Wang Feiyang holding my head in my shoulder, nose is the taste of baked bread, ear faint whisper: And this is obviously too much, and even gave me time to dream is not to directly hugged me …… what? ! ! ! ! ! ! ,gold sellers! ! He went so far ….. I quickly pushed him away, he wearing a gown, perhaps this time the girl’s instinct led effort is too large, he reluctantly stopped heel, but hit back heating, Ziyaliezui it really ugly, evidently driven to not light, but gentle to the dead eyes, he rubbed his back, wore white plaster, like the head like a pig and Bangui in my bed, looked at me and scared face. A little sorry, but his face red enough to choke, leaving traces of many tears and sorrow pale, I suddenly hate him, hate him to this unusual move even forget to think about why. Scenes of the past in my mind like the yellow of the old movies generally performed, tragic white maple leaves filled the air, very provocative theme song, rolled his sad, sad to their hate of the people. All such transitions. Not live up to expectations tears pouring, dripping on the sheets of the fall, he held out his hand to help me clean, I subconsciously opened his cell, but he does not seem angry, like, just quietly looked at me, sigh the tone: You even pity himself, like a magician time, watching the slowly rotating wheel, read the story inside, give them a good, bad, happy sad ending, I do not understand what he is hope is good, but hope is sad to watch love life to a story, looking forward to forever. But not everything is lonely to the story, my love for three days, indeed, telling myself not to love him a lot of times, but could not suppress the time to find long been locked in a romantic past,wow us gold, the day he held me, Yang Ye have ups and downs, like the film, the heroine is I gave my life a memorable shot. Only it keeping everything slowly chewing, with a life time. I calmed down, my heart faint pain also sleep together. His eyes darkened, the hand holding my hand tightened, the wind off a leaf, the calm mood Huangluan waiting for his answer, he gave me a sigh sigh the answer is not the answer: I’m sorry you were before, I was wrong. You’re just the person you like to pursue it, and I, but the pursuit of my favorite people, I know I love ridiculous, but we are not wrong, only fate is wrong, there is always a sad. I’d rather sad people are me, so I want to forget you. Even forget, and let you rot in my heart. Wang Feiyang looked at me slightly open mouth, as if my heart would like to know, the light, said: I love to too hasty, like the wind. I am too lazy to want more, like beggars need a little warm the lonely, heart of ice quietly heating up, turned into meat, a touch of warm flow inside the heart. Westfall in the rain. Original Address: wys19800.blog.sohu/53651178.html