The lover be married, the bride not I stood in the blue sea, about timberland boots blog items looking at the distant mountains, concealed in the layer SuRe feel heart to special quiet, quiet to clear hear inner desire.
With a blue figure, thus into the sea. Green sea wucaichi wreaths of water lines, from swift gradually slow until performence of trace.
Life is but so fragile, yet how to bear those love well whip well pain? mercury Choose in his marriage that day, never leave, perhaps selfish!
This lifetime and then let him not guilty in this lifetime. Sad or finally got a forever!
And always have how far?
Never thought of, oneself was so greedy cruel.
Fate is point, is a line or network? But fate and how?
No matter you believe or not, in this bizarre world, maybe one day,been you will be a tricky points, a mysterious lines, or even a breathtaking nets, pull away from the original life orbits, feel, or inherit the twilight predestination or fate...
No comments:
Post a Comment