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时间：2024-11-01 00:56
In front of the tree, bloom again.
Look, I didn't know was that pale red set off dark gray, or pale ink dot pale red.
The wind, you;Rain, you carry;Light out, you still bloom.The spring go to again, today is the new season of rebirth, the branches you beaming, printed in my mind is always the same.
Me a few times after you, standing in the place, covered with you, enjoy the infinite cool, *** ell your fragrance.I don't know what's your name, your name has its own - nameless flower, no geous roses, there is no pure ja *** ine, but unconsciously I concern you, even I don't know why, you clearly is that ordinary looking natural, indeed is countless eyes than you.I don't know is my eyes too direct, or shy, your nature low head was soft.
The spring wind, blowing your hair, I leng, do not have a charm.Just, what's your hair, which is just my joke.But in later days, I have no large chunks of time with you, not sitting next to you as before the stone is looking at you looked at o or three hours.
A burden of one's learning more because, I know that my identity and my task, rather than the seclusion, indifferent to such at leisure, so that the head didn't leave you to honour the corner space.
But, I will admit that you have set up camp in my heart deeply.I am frustrated, but more lost.Actually I also really weak, she couldn't confront her exam success or failure, this is indeed a bad mental state, at this moment, my heart is like a stir, surging more than, so, I came to your side, neural reflex to want to seek a fort, but is more of peace.
The spring wind ah, unconsciously, to speed up the pace, only this time is no longer your hair blow.The first time I saw you from the messy hair, behind you that piece of pure color background as invisible aperture firmly around you, do not break in arbitrary manner, not lack of pure, divine, I moved my eyes not to look straight into the light of the burning eyes, feet without rhythm on the steps, as if to vent but not quite.The wind under my silent indulge seemed more, each time strength.Just as I want to curse his at the same time, a soft abrupt deposition on my palm.
Flowers, fall, fall quietly, so ruthlessly fell;To spend, also *** iled, gently *** iled, laughed like this nigare.Yes, you fell, you *** iled, and I was shocked, the dry hearts were suddenly filled with endless sweet warm current, on the ground draw me to your profile, I can not help but sigh natural brush, see, *** ell and touch.
Lost his lost the spring breeze of cold, drop off spring flowers e near you, to warm me.That night, destined to difficult to sleep, toss and turn, I was reminded of the introduction of a nameless book - life a dream, a piano song, one day for every season, time, etc.Nameless flower, how long before our "together".