Time there is love, time, years wrinkle the skin, time rich connotation. How many love stories in the relentless years, finally evolved into a sad ending, how many lovers lost years of relentless. Time, however, there is love, with a time of emotional accumulation, on a journey and go in the way of love with a heart of godliness, I find it cold stone beside the seeds of love heart. Offered shelter from now on, I wouldn't do for you, even if death I will protect you grow beautiful, leave that one belongs to my flowers.
Elegance is a refers to flow sand, old is a period of time. When the optical axis, perhaps who allow you to the end of time; Who has had with the stroke of stone. So if there is the world of mortals dream arrived in old time, however, is Yang sand of elegance. Who hadn't frivolous young age? At that time, life on the way to the flowers flower blossom, situation, out of mind, love life proud past the dreaming age. Since then, no more crazy, just plain, in the hope again meet the bloom, only to find a flower with my guardian of the rest of his life.
A person walking in the way of life, already is not easy, why the need for
dermes everything, not as good as all of your life. Heart without moving, the wind and helpless. Looking for a person quiet, a person quiet waiting. Until you beautiful open in my side, at that time, if you do not hurt, the years. In the future, just unreal; Reality in difficult, but it can be steadfast go tomorrow. Keep a lonely, how can the worthy of prosperity. Not lonely, is not worthy to enjoy the flowers blossom drop. You know its beautiful appearance, and don't understand the lonely time behind it, how can have the flowers open for you alone.
Youth is a journey, so love is the most beautiful scenery in the journey.
elyze To wander between heaven and earth, enjoy the beautiful world, is also looking for his own view. In the youth without regret smile, ride the bicycle to walk in the beautiful spring day, walk in rainy season of bright and clean as before, to find, struggled, walking, looking for the...
In the stream of time, I sing the time not old, you will be in tune. This life,
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wait, no regrets!
By looking forward to wait for, waiting for the beginning of life, perhaps we wait just a process, important is waiting for the result. Growing old is probably not the appearance, in waiting but waiting for the heart. Did time waiting for us? We just after the time, waiting for the time of the old.
Earth is blurred, life on and off this life only, and are willing to wait.
Every life time, just to wait for a flower.
