Monday, January 16, 2012

Smoke made prosperous not lonely countless

Light twisting of flexor Digitorum, dead moon like water.

Streams are a slightly sad and mild.

Smoke made prosperous, not lonely countless.

A plume, a tinge of silk, such as a cane around the tree, bone attached.

Pain, is the outstanding care of this life.

Horse winnowing, ice was not completely, Hongyan without a trace, the end of independence .

So, who was standing in water, standing in a world of loneliness.

Wafa gave birth, such as the colt, and much, the song heartbroken

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