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2014年01月20日
Miss continues

Missing is a personal matter, it has nothing to do with the two person's love, missing is a personal matter, it has nothing to do with the distance of time and space. Missing is a personal matter, it has nothing to do with the past present and future. Missing is a kind of disease, I can not cure. What about my past, my time, my life will have many people, there will be many things, tantric massage hong kong always flows in the years of the prehistoric.

Those enduring songs, those long time no see old, old king who passed quickly, the sudden change of the things not worth mentioning, so from a precious. It is the endless repetition in my dream, I miss, I miss, I cannot suppress acacia.

Life will not Acacia only love, I miss how long, it into my life, my dream was to repeat. My thoughts have how far, it as far as my sight unseen places without stop, crossing the mountains, stretch as far as eye can see sea. I miss how long, for a long time that I forgot the time walking, it fixed in my breathing every second.

Who have a glimpse at life in a stranger, who had awakened in days, who had in the fleeting, shallow sing farewell. Mr. Si Junnian you know who, at that night. We always miss the past beautiful yearning for the past cardinal manchester, the original. Time flies fast, soon we forget time walking, is beautiful, good that we forget to cherish the precious.

My love is a poem, it sings I disappear fairy tale. My love is a song, sing it I passed beauty. My love is a painting, it describes my story. I always in the thinking of the time, picked up the former things looked at in a daze, thoughts drifting into the distance, gone with the wind began to have our memories, there are Acacia origin, is the source of our memories.

I miss, miss the past of the old friend, miss have now, miss beautiful. Year spent similar, but each year is different. Life is to experience the parting, how much time, how many empty, how come, how many people have changed.

We really want to live for a long time, to be able to understand, I really miss how people, how to do. My love, I cannot suppress emotion. Who lured emotions, who used to tease the Idiot's eyes, who had stirred layers of ripples in the heart, in the heart of the metamorphosis of Acacia red beans. I love a flower in full bloom in the spring, the whole garden.

Since ancient times, the most intolerable Acacia, poor health and southern red beans. My love, it's been years carved mottled memory still splash in the depths of my heart, that is how I simple dream, my dreams, my memory, thinking life nu skin, thought I, generation after generation of Acacia never.
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