Walked the streets , sang songs, loved the people , the total is bound to printed pieces slightly in the heart , but, buried a long time, you can corner him on the heart , so he has been Quiet, very quiet. If you listen to a song, going and talking about a sentence, glimmer between his thought , that person must be a nest in your heart , have not been erased. No, it is his careful and cautious of him in my heart , fear him run away, even if he bid farewell to one term in the field of vision , as long as the storage memory, as long as his story, slightly pink ... ... some of the time, Small space , but also easy to warm, just like at the moment , see the Dance Xuefei , just keep humming shallow sing , who said, among friends , chatting is a warm , and that at the moment of silence , But clearly not Ziwei. Get on your footprint several times , once with you to actively look for some memories . About your memories, earth in the long silence , such as the bud of the bud, at your fingertips , to uphold the land open. If the lost love ? find it? Vastness, Yifan not break the sea horizon , a wave , but the sea . That night , month out , so far, still the Pan in my heart , a tree with flowers and snow , half of the volume of black hair flying with the wind , waiting for each other , the terraced rice paddies fate of interlinked staggered cycle , moment , torn over a thousand . You say : love to go, whether the reunion ? I said: engraved in the memories on time , how can one forget Zile.
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