To see an end.
they say: When the person in an accident or suddenly fall time, and time will slowly solidified, until everything is static.
magnolia blossom time in spring, it quickly withered. Pale, pity.
Little H then fell into its own whirlpool. Struggle but get out. Want to help but unable to cast.
I stand here, looking at her receding figure, and her behind to blossom.
old flowers, flowers still in bloom, but were not in the. This is called a regular flower, but people seldom in it. Everything has an end. Or long or short.
everyone who would pay for his care, that is not going to stop and leave the people do not care about the pace.
we like music and connected with his soul. Or melody or lyrics. We want the facts to develop according to our imagination, but not perfect. Excitement in mind as we can not go out of tune singing our favorite song, but when we picked up when Mike discovered that it seems from the heart to the voice of the process of melody or tone has changed. And we want to sing out completely different. Frankly, we can only accept this can not have only missed like the results.
and Miao Miao today to play with them. They did not expect for me to buy cake. Then, after the first birthday, it is to me unexpectedly.
either busy living or get busy dying.
we have chosen the path not chosen.
only way
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