Fragments and writing for others

christosau

Who is listening to heart sounds in the night the agitation, Epiphyllum the Xiaomeng Xuan Qing Yun charming windows, neon colors drunk, leaning against Qiao time, broken pieces of the silhouette, interspersed with a memo ocean. Oh! The scent of ink that is contributing to your thoughts of her the Flying!
Juyi Peng moonlight, kneading to make songs interspersed Mo Que, red maple, it's beautiful, warm this season's cool earth, who made a sad falling, Oh! Accumulation of life, but that is long-lasting incense.
a tea [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a pulse Fan Chang, meandering music curl in the text of exile, Nirvana story, never have Homelessness, life [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], song ah [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Smiling waves, Oh! Love is her time, is covered with a hope for tomorrow.
night, it's beautiful, heart, sing! Interception Qiu, and writing fragments. Landscape, and with them the Imagination.
, imagine the woman upstairs before the diffuse distribution cheek shy, sweet, in contrast, she indulged in their own dreams, but not brave enough to talk to the hearts of the people on the bridge situation, it is a most true, most pure thoughts, even if Only the first floor is separated, it seems like thousands of miles away, because I do not know who whom mind.
Alas! There are too many in the way of life that love, meet by chance, love at first sight, pure beauty, make durable memorable, but unfortunately left sad. That was
ray heart of dust, strand of the scent of ink, Rouluan the face of the night. For ages, you used to be a change in top picture, ink Danqing, the dancing light trace, always casual at her surprise. Liu Jiangnan smoke, blue quartzite Road, skateboarding, Taihen, lotus lake, five hundred years of rubbing shoulders, the soul has already set her free picturesque southern dream, there is the plot of Water Day. Wash mottled, precipitation vicissitudes of life, the sad and heartbroken forgotten. Ah! Campanula lit it! Let the buzz of the broken ring to the moon light ... ...
shake off today's chapter was not a bridge, one in the upstairs. Her to have it open into the flower looks like, a kind of peace of happiness flowing in the heart. Break a reed sticks, painted on that lake full of desire. The kind of beautiful, translucent multicolored blinking light, as if your tears [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in the affectionate eye, the light years, moisturizes her heart! That the United States, in approaching her, people can not think about! Outlook can not be outside of the landscape ... ...
a Su Jian, rushing never occur again. Voices of flowers, the sound is approaching you. Cry of joy that you fly over the dream of the accident. Smile, look, carved mouth. Spirits, is because of each other's gaze. To tender them into a chain, meandering in the chest, the sentence into a brittle bead ring, set in the wrist. She let go of all of the accessories are not the love, encrusted Acacia speechless.
bring you a point clear in a quiet flight, love, painting paintings show. She was willing to do in the moment you open it Epiphyllum Hong in forever, the eternal rhyme, whose son is your addictive love, life hereafter, you can only miss her ... ...