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Fieldinge · Wysłany: Czw 18:19, 31 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Qianqianquege

red dust off Hong, Su loaded stitch course, this side provoke Chunchao mist. Resentment of silver wrapped in winter, the suspect is former snow, thousands of worry off the Court, who is absorbed ink rubbings? Invite the moon, but also get you thinking to open my strings, and sketched deep worry promise.

color white cheeks flush, your unique breathing, and spinning the tenderness of my life. Wine shop cloud words, how we got Jinhua plated memo book, and dream of flowers left in tears. Early graceful, suspected you look old, died I opened the knot. You Jin Min peach petals, Lianhua shy if stolen, can have the worry about your past life Fuqin soft. I remember the smile you waves from Manchao, splashing into the wound of my melancholy, and your sounds and bright eyes [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], so that I can no Tian pen ink.

research if you will accompany me a pool of ink smell, if I have lost pen will accompany China, will be with me in that if the waterside balcony of the mountain back thousands of years time. That nice, drinking the snow, eager for a past life Zhenshou Weizui you shy, was removed in the cycle where the pencil again, pinch the Chinese, Min Su light scanning, degree of spring to shake the Bodhi. War raised the lights, dusk the storm in the night can also look back to that style, Tokgo burst, but also with how many pieces era.

slowly look back, no mound was time ever, the Central Plains pavilion, dance pavilion new music, opera windows may have the voice of the rain tonight? Taken away by your presence miss, could it be drifting across the edge of despair athletic, sigh, and then stretching to your smile. That Yuet Wah screen, sad night, especially according to my Bifeng the elegant, sad eyes off your avatar's Spike month. Inscribed in the twilight, lying quietly waiting for me at least paved the way for these goals are ambitious My Sweetie, I wonder where lost in the world of old.

make the years fade into the fingertips of every narrow, furrowed brow, five thousand legacy, Su do incense Chan Yu Road, the heart without regret. Hundred thousand turn back, but see you one Huangshang Looking back, took my heart of his life. Shallow dimples in the crack looked silly if I, your breath, only tears into you my gentle verse. Ink vividly, that handed down the fine drawing paper, perfect layers of branded Painting your hair than the last.

until night with a total sigh [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], only love you under the moon Saoshou, with past lives of thousands of elegance, the ED from my servant servant. Mei off thin bone, bamboo and stained Evergreen, that graceful meaningful in my mouth tightly Minzhu your fragrance. Repeated insomnia, late winter's cold at drip still could not think of you, flowing through the night takes me a lengthy sigh.

dream of dim snow, winter beauty and love, live painting a bleak cold leaves hospital. Your eyes with a smile to hide my sorrow frequently stagger, not the missing memories follow, circling the minor in the semi-concealed and covered with the shame of your smile. Whisper whisper, through the purdah folding screen, I smell you like gentle embroidered.

sunset of your past life choked Juanjuan show pen, according to my present [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], let the shelter of ancient days. Foreshadowing the fate away, eternal cycle of planning, the years paved the red carpet, the witness of our limits. Farther than our love forever, but for Songhai Kuwata, true love will realize how?

to Japan, even if this meant Qianqianquege, you and I still lament the lingering finish. To the afterlife, then life were singing.