Residual song, by wine, do I Huan. Broken lute, songs are into injury. Finger chord, not think about, hate memorable. Osmanthus falling all over the floor, pieces of broken, desolate sigh. - Wind edge
August day, just like it can not change bad temper, or so crying. A land of shattered tears children, who want to pour out the hidden heart damage cry so people feel bad! Who was waiting for it stuck in its cheek kiss dry the tears? Who is it speechless choked? Who is it love moving several World Health reincarnation?
Gradually, it began to sob, sob stood silent. Maybe it really tired, maybe it's moved to tears knock who's heartstrings. Wait until the wind came, the cloud has the tired asleep. Cloud looked moist and swollen eyes, flower chaos makeup Yan, wind know it just cried. The wind, the wind was crying ... know that the cloud is for it to tears, the wind rolled up the dust again and again, again and again to cloud heartbroken. So wind knew that he must leave the cloud, the cloud must care, because it loves the cloud! This is the wind and cloud love story. Perhaps God will be their unreasonable deadening wind lifetime quietly chasing clouds, but only with passing clouds! Cloud daydream waiting for the wind, but only wistfully!
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