Love , nice

wind over previous years, the situation is like water, drifting waves, microwave Dangqi, the journey time carrying two people share a common joy, love, a warmth. If the pointer on this freeze, then I would like to do the sea in the bottle, put a half stars dedicated heart, filled with intimate care, full of love, the direction of flow to you, never betray.
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memory of that window open, sweeping views of the warm scenes like a movie screen as passing, sweet smile, furrowed brow, and smooth natural laugh, or stop and stay, no matter which station is in the viewing angle , are regarded as a good landscape [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a hundred to see the tire. Is left of the cold wind gently falling, the sound sometimes creak Yaya, if you around, will be a meaningful thought of as voiceless, in the cold winter, long singing.
fingertips inadvertently touched the outline of the years, thrown by little miss blurred night sky, most vividly in the covered atrium, listening to the wind, listen to the rain fall, listening to heart and heart collision ring tones, bursts of surround , fear. Iraqis seem so close, yet so far, is still a rainy day, Lili venues tend Raindrops fall on ticking heart, thoughts dancing in the air, the condensation of breath.
Some people say, think like a cup of bitter coffee taste, though you can some sugar, still makes the heart gaunt, did not know that the wind, the rain is in understanding the inner melancholy. Wei Liang Shuang Zhang spread out, has always been the tail that grip well, including now, the sun goes by, the gap between the flow of memory, it did less than quietly disappear into the curtain.
a person can put their hearts, think quietly, looked far, a long time watching, only a simple attachment, selfishness has nothing to do, in fact, a blessing, though a bit humble, but is contentment. A little, think really about emotion, no matter where go where, and still miss, they may still miss the original, love is life continuous line.
rain spilled like a straight line, closely linked with heart yearning, even if the contact never, never meet, never had a deeper intersection, but also can have such deep feelings, even if never flee, never leave, never had too multi-language, understanding the mind is still as ever, perhaps, love is the case. Miss is the sweet and sour, light flavor, into the blood, winding body and mind, life path followed step by step, across the gray sky.
I know that in life there you will have so many youth of color render tedious, as can be embellished as the splendor of fireworks, to describe the deep feeling dash, third Such is Life, then, can I promise you, not leave this life?

【two】 warm
gently overlapping the past and future, clenched hands of the line, no matter how far the road ahead, as long as your companions [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], will be able to storm the Rainbow bright smile.
south in the winter, although not the cold north, but biting is not to be outdone in the whistling wind, shook flowers fall for, but not densely shook, fingers touching the skin, but a burst of cold. Standing in the romantic window that separated thousands of miles away overlooking the other side, is clearly wind raw and the pain, inside there is warmth penetrating mind.
open information, long text filled mobile phone screen, as if a bunch of beat note, coming and going in the brow of the dancing posture [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], swirling snow, brought back happy memories, gentle times always slip away as easily, had a chance to savor and love the purple stationery will fly without a trace.
fact, I know you are cold, but I have never asked, you have never said that. A chance to hear you say, sometimes cold purple, then I can imagine living in the northern winter, how sad. I want to take you to southern town, enjoy the warmth of the sun Allure, I would like to use my hands to warm your hands, so you warm in the winter as in spring, but, so far away from you, million of water distance left to far-ranging I have endless sigh.
ups and downs in the sea tide, surging and surging, the volume from the passage, gently fold Zhijian feelings leisurely filled into small boats, into the glass and leave it with wave by wave, flow It is the place to go. Perhaps, after several layers of waves, thousands of bottles and turns back to one day last fall in the hands of Iraqis, they mean a happy ending.
quiet paper, lay a line of words: If, I can give you exactly what you want, then I would run to all, only for you to warm your life.

【three】 pray
Thousand Paper Cranes, there a thousand wishes, and I just want to pray for a wish, wish you all well.
walked the footsteps of persistent search of a place paradise, wading, but after the fireworks under the alley are all over the stray leaves by the wind, the winter sun, but it is pleasant to the eye of a deputy is being forgotten the shallows, the tears suddenly burst its banks and, for the washed ashes dust this season. Perhaps the moral of the wind do not know the tears, falling to remove missing is the truth; Perhaps, Ye do not know the accumulated dust, wash the removal of enthusiasm, is silent blessing; perhaps, in that distant place well stop.
I was told, drift bottle can write their wishes, paste the address you want to go, and then into the open sea, with the tide ran. So, I braved the cold to the legend of the sea, but this time the sea was quiet microwave Lan, sun quiet good. Accompanied by head-winds, will be folded into Qianzhi written wish, once again into the water, may it bring the hot conditions and a sincere heart, flows to your direction.
you are in Cape, and if one day picked up a bottle at the beach, do not do not care, because that is all I want to weave the dream, and is the only bottle can give you way, hope it will wish no complete loss of the fall in your hands. Please do not be thrown away, because that is with a sincere heart I folded paper cranes, although it is worthless paper, it is also half a heart of soul, could, would you please take collections?
ear while the melody sounds that you hear: lonely because of you strong, not survive the long night, can not stop thinking of horizon, eager to meet him again in future years to the day I will never let you down side, willing you to change the habit of silence. You hear my heart beating, love to make you see, not afraid to admit how much you cherish, like you, hope you can receive of my heart, ask you if you are willing to share every day, thanks to my regret into ... ...
accompanied by melodious music, watching from afar the bottle gradually disappeared, with a heart filled with joy, and then walked towards the home line, a word not much in the bottle, this time only eight words: Should Anhao would not miss.

PS: The bottle is a floating feeling, a heart, I hope that Iraqis can feel, love, good.