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In this world, all the encounters are destined to be, is the past five hundred times to look back in exchange for rubbing shoulders, is I do not know how many times to look back, in exchange for this life together. Speechless with tears...
If I met you, from now on have a lonely, metamorphosis in beautiful loneliness, in the lonely world, landscape is you, the vegetation is you, the four seasons is still you, everything is you, fills the soul, in the lonely alone with yourself, let alone the world no longer lonely, dribs and drabs are treasure for you, unfortunately, loneliness is full of you once, The fear of loneliness is still full of you...
Memories make hand strings, worn on the wrist, when thinking of you, can use wrist wiped away tears of missing, moistens our once upon a time, let the lonely waiting, have the heart to accompany, midnight lamp, will be thinking of light, let the glittering and translucent tears no longer lonely, let the tears with a smile, bloom in your face, don't beg you love this life, only you know what I will reassuring, even if the tears pillow in one thousand, Is also the most beautiful meet......
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