We were back on the first day, to school. But do not want to one day, we go back to the sun, out of school. A corner, looking back, but already the blood. Now behind always warm, but in the end will be cool.
Rainheadphone standnd fog blurred our eyes, let it be...... In how many Zhaoxia evening mist, all eyes are so pure. Read thousands of dark clouds, read the past, but no longer. He hated the ink well, from the heart of diffusion, is what kind of gentle!
On the table stood a bookmark in silence, rope, like a blossoming guayule, micro volume, light, dark the angle, in spring and autumn, unexpectedly also decline. Cup tattoo four lucky, was blown up, also with the time, out of the eyes gap window Dream beauty pro.
The porch, has not find back then the shadow, then smile. Bow, but still leaves all over the floor. Back, but still, fine - sunshine. Falling a ruthless red, wings of butterflies, no regret for it. Perhaps, this is one kind of extrication, why it reshaped showy chains.
Covered with Sherbet Zizhu, half time in the haze, waiting quietly, waiting for the. He will be there, waiting quietly, waiting for the. In the hustle and bustle of the city who, on either side of the world, waiting, who? I don't know, but I did, in the old window, waiting quietly, waiting for the time to review, smile, also is at the next corner.
A tree full of happy, but my happy, is already in the vast world ", the screen space in the eyes of the world.