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barefoot walk in the chill cold of the dead, the far shore, a large blood-red flowers Bana large flowers, decadent in this breathtaking in bloom quietly, I do not know, it filled the whole body, so that I like Han Tan bath gas can call the air [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but I know that those feelings under the smell of gas in the cold, full of intense ridicule and disdain. Those wondering what was going down low, like a giant gluttonous, cruel, but without losing gently grazed my heart and lungs, even at the moment, a ray of souls wandering in the Can-natural Bana, the still not give up ... ...

I still remember when a glimpse first met, seemingly without, but already in circulation between elegance [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], bearing in mind the life of love, those old memories, should the spy, to really as Jianhua general, elegant dance of the catkins, but contaminated with strong bloody. Fragmented pieces stirred opened my eyes this going to die, gray-black puddle of dead in the water, and shake off the light sparkling off Jisi. Those mutilated, naked fresh memories, ah, little pieces, on and off, as if in a moment of actually reproduce a gorgeous piece of music.

meandering scene that is how some of the scenes, even if it is the world's most beautiful text, which also could not bear the slightest air of blasphemy, a touch of sweet, that run in the gentle embrace of the little moon white, even in the memories I cast to the warmth of the smile of a pity, a pupil of the eye Wang shallow, erratic, how can suddenly give birth in silence under the watchful eye and mocked a little disdain. Is this even have memories of mountains and rivers in the congestion a mockery, to impose on me, to show off the glory of the winner and Gao Hua Shang it?

No, how could we be, how can I believe that once the cooling of the stagnant water. How can I believe, meaning. Bloody raging over and over again playing upon Nagqu No, if the soul is already gone back to life, the pain of the poisoned wine that can torture who?

who has Tao there is a shred of affection, how there is a little bit of Zijin, so many memories, actually have passed away, even the drop in the ocean not as good as!

eyes like a washing liquid warm dust clean water, trickling springs, rubbed my eye pupil sour, open Weibi eyes, a kindly old lady graceful smile [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], hands a bowl of decoction , the mixing her vague smile, I reached out with trembling hands, so that cover the residual water vapor misty tears, gulped his head, as the then

Fuqin a clear memory you Mouzhong mottled overflowing tenderness, for it named Meaning