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screen memories still meaningful , And I look forward to : What is Utopia ? sunset tragic , such as burial [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that period of exceptionally beautiful until now.

gazing in that movie gone with the wind leaves [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], fragrance still in the air every now and then , but to take off once Xuanyi the wind is blowing , floating down the Acacia infinite affection , the wind blowing the leaves May ebb and flow , listening to leaves in the wind moan , turned , waved it off the horizon wave .

Qingming passed this year , next year's festival I go Who ? Or , who would go to festival I ? everything is unknown. vast Red , Loving the pro- wind, who is who in the future? who , who is the fate ?

years tombstone weathered the addition of a few road signs . acquaintance is just the beginning , after the feelings have disappeared like quicksand . This is the fate of strangers , as all started after the end .

With a sad then , and I sigh faint hint of a smile A touch of life .

Canhong lonely empty back, not the mind sees a gentle half- strand .

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