Just like a marshmallow on our love. It was not ready, it has melted in the air, viscous liquid flowing down along the stick, stain my dress. Perhaps love is like the hands of security of water, whether you how grip, it is slipping away from between the fingers. I do not believe the love, do not revel in the Shanmenghaishi. those [I love you ten thousand, Zhisibuyu], then people laugh in my eyes, disdain for empty.
基于1个网页-相关网页
应用推荐