The world has a lot of frustration, not to say you can count, such as time, such love, such as about you. Perhaps the most perfect state of life is like under the blue Danube undercurrents, hidden under the appearance of calm vitality. Not all nights are Fengqing was clear, not all can be cries of pain. You let me stand heartbreaking place, gently make a knot, sewing. You know, forget that it is easy as it sounds, they do not look, do not want to, do not remember to forget, like gone.

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