 Posted: Fri 21:38, 22 Apr 2011 Post subject: Passed out in the rest of the landscape |
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| June 10 is our birthday. Our birthday is somewhat melancholy, a few glasses of wine you'll feel Rolex watches, not knowing the next second, will be where.
the smiling faces of the spotlight, like flowers, blooming bright one in this lonely corner of the city. The roar of the busy, and that cheered almost overwhelm the joy of this city is the glitz. This night, our true smiles, so bright, so natural, no binding, no pressure, no resentment ...... both sides of the sidewalk bridge , in the eyes of passers convey a kind of celebration of curiosity and envy, they had also had youth, and there have been young and frivolous, and there have been bragging to drink and song, and share a touch of sadness ...... . we expect long-awaited reunion, when everyone is still young, but maybe that time we already senile carry on. Nobody knows what the future when it is unclear how that would be a meet. Is an occasional bus or car journey reunion, or in the subway, in the aircraft, and in urging the zebra crossing on the green? www.sanwen8.com fun will cry, cry pair of eyes seemed to tell of our past, it reminds me of Allison, I think of the man child, 6th Floor , I think of 104-2, I think of the radio, suddenly remembered Repertory Theatre ..... beer is bitter, and in front of the mirror, it shows a picture of my face pain and happiness. Looking at herself in the mirror, I found that this time, really not left a few days. that night I kissed a small trillion, because he holds me, this night I was Allison tears, because we miss him and regret the dinner Cartier, each person has their own the fate of their own future, Shiquan nine U.S. only regret after a few glasses of beers disappear. Camera bag when the Lord does not look like I'll never forget, who according to the lifetime of the phase are the same hot breeze embraced and not taken the temperature, the enthusiasm on that joyous blessing slightly under the banner, and very sad. Rain in June, is a lovely joke Fake rolex watches for sale, she is like the invisible hands opened our embrace, crying pair of eyes still tell the old stories, are still surrounded by ivy hall singing old songs, but quietly buried the birth of this holiday cottage in the hall. taxi carrying away companions, disappeared in the sea of people, dedicated to youth that support the whistle, let it passed out in the rest of the scenery in it. |
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