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    • 2016.04.19 Tuesday
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    You talk, I lyrics

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      I traveled south to play, mossy stone street <a href="http://blogs.elle.com.hk/popcorn55/2015/01/12/活化腸道??ω???culturelle康萃樂/" style="color:#333333; text-decoration:none;">culturelle</a>, who extend past lives. Is also 许三生 stone, engraved by early spring catkins early upset marriage. Brushed One year, Love is young, who every night thunderstorm sound in touch haggard brow?

      A southern woman, plate with bun. Disturb her modesty miss, panicked a hole calm lake. Smudged the man did not return every night soaked eyes. She remembers fate.

      Liu embankment, stone beside, carrying on the time of melancholy and lament. Sun dipped, moss high walls humming songs children, walking coaxed back baby, want to go back to her family. Pomegranate trees, thorn Mimizaza needlework red satin embroidered shoes, embroidered peony and phoenix beaming. A bundle of a frown <a href="http://www.saladblog.com.hk/article/162298-<霖霖試用報告>康萃樂 Culturelle 益生菌, 小朋友腸道健康好幫手!" style="color:#333333; text-decoration:none;">culturelle</a>, hurt feelings. Utah girl's dowry when dark green bracelet, in the year of the trivial little faded in pro ...

      Looking past lives under your brow shake thoughts. Are your insight as cowardly like drunk, since then, the annihilation of each new year I left. Under the carved wooden lattice windows, you Fuqin get ink, half of the volume Peony Pavilion, Du dream meet unexpectedly Liu Meng-mei, searched without a trace. Lake, Liniang dream plum private set for life. Murmured love ... spread stone street, who walked sorrow, if you will that half closed his books ...

      That touch on the blue and white elegant and caring woman under the south eaves frown. Miss dense fish every year in the bottom of the bottle, it seems there is still no. I vaguely felt someone stuck a wall to apricots, thinking of the old man and shake off the dust, to tell it has been turned into a ray beautiful night old girl sad mess of black hair. Engraved on her in a blue and white, the United States broke the hearts of many people ...

      April apricot, who upset the marriage? Fallen Love who's lonely? The one to mind buried in the dust, thinking like a TV drama glimpse Shuimou head. Past and Present hesitated. Passing a small town, familiar, annihilation in the thick rouge in embroidered shoes. Forgive a few Fruitful, needle still complain right. Could spend a lifetime as seductive hate it beautiful youth killed bees and butterflies? After thousands of times reincarnation, whether in a jar of wine Xinghuacun obliterate allies and enemies?

      Drink a soup of your beauty, then drunk in your present and past lives. ... Sitting in the window and nothing woke up on January cut candle, as if overnight old. Then black hair, whom wasted years. Spend the rest of his life, only to have you on the tombstone that holding peony embroidered skirts. Use your fingers to gently brushed slim, half paper US title Lethal. Who tears ran all the way to fill the vacancy for the next world? Rhymes such as your beauty ...

      Passing a small southern town, Liu Di, you dressed in cheongsam. Frowning, shaking his head, sighing misty rain, Chunyan refused to carry a grudge in your nest Love in mind <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9R6EbCVTwE" style="color:#333333; text-decoration:none;">electrical desk</a>. You purdah carmine spread over walls, wandering in moss stone street, etc. who smell? Tapping embroidered door open Peony Pavilion last night, and the wind was annoying to pick a few more. Bronze mirrors, the litter you a few wipe face. White a few temples black hair off his head in silence ... Offer nobile, and a book-foot prime, did not return to send people ...

      Through time gap, I see you. A woman insisted on paper umbrella. Your soul like your hair like Resentment, and Piaoyuan. Amidst the south, pacing in mossy stone street. The stone came lonely, shaking his head, sighing. Organisation of the eye as if each new year Jiangnan misty rain also washed endless sorrow. Until the next world, I do Schwimmer south of passing, you did not return in mid-Yi Men eagerly look forward to, and I go through the horse. A return man than hear you complain, you talk, I lyrics ...