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bursts of wind blowing in the afternoon of depression, like a lonely through into my chest, stabbed a yearning heart. Originally, I had been so lonely, lonely nostalgia for the way in the afternoon a memorable one. What a gentle sun, but with a sadness Tolerance bears the bleak winter, sprinkling the lonely city, but looked pale and weak. Miss the season in the white, I hesitate to stay enough, the gap wind through my hair, I listen, listen to the thoughts that came from the heart!

scenery was young, now desolate now; just to prove his young and frivolous. Looking back on these years, those warm memories of old at this point let me misty eyes. For their frivolous, for their own self-willed, more that once touched by the dedication! Passing years have become perennial marching pace [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], alternating the heavy life cycle of the wading. Who is who it was tears, in the afternoon the wind had gently falling. Those who can not forget the past, hand in hand. Always thought that fleeting endless grief can piggyback to my memory, always thought the bitter cold of the cold wind to blow away my melancholy thoughts, can not always true. The stigma of years like in my young life in India under a permanent mark, not the reincarnation!

touched the beautiful scenery along the way quietly along the way, alas, a solitary figure in the afterglow of sunset in the filling with the vicissitudes of the years. The road of life is not how much, how many lost; as long as once had, in the bloom of youth over the years; although there are too many sad, little touched and happy; but it is beautiful - the beauty of life . Maybe we will in the loss of time with different thoughts, sighed the passage of time in the slowly growing old.

Such is life, sometimes sunny and sometimes rain. We always look forward to getting better, everyone flies sweet. However, there are always some things, some have memory, in our busy time, in the lonely night, in March, when rain washed up occupied heart. Thus [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], we become a worry becomes sad, and even some frustration!

sad song after another from the song, scenes of parting of the screen, the pace of life is always poignant. Moved again, and again missing, always tortured our broken hearts, and in the bitter cold of the midnight sorrow sobbing! The beautiful and warm away the time with the pace, with the thoughts we have fallen; gently to leave! We will come at dawn before the clean up everything, and under a bright smile in the face!

we are strong, but carries a gentle weakness. We laughed all the difficulties facing the life [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], we are mindful in the memory of the past linger. That the fingers of the sun, and whose brilliant blue. Behind that smile, who is quietly tears fall ...

fleeting light pull us in the thoughts of the season alone sing. That drunk in the earth in a downtown dream, crossing the next years line dance Tage!

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