the Department has been spraying to eyesight

First love - the world's most beautiful thing; crush - the world's most hidden things; love - the world's most stupid thing; Chilian - the world's most paralysis thing; unrequited love - the world's most remote things. Romance - the world's most painful thing. Love is a kind of reincarnation, a trend from the beautiful pain, and relief from pain, and finally to the eternal things. - Maple feelings written on the front actually, we do not have love, you said. In the north-northeast of the city, with my Guahuai people and things. That is all I miss the place to start, is also a place where all stories end. Hackberry listening songs, drinking a glass of water, his voice is kind of the feeling of the soul to break through, pierce the hearts of the people buried in secret. So far I still think that if there is love between us, then why not miracle? Perhaps I do not understand love, right? ! If you really do not love, it is not a lot of things we should have ended the ... ... that and I did not love, I began to keep the memories of you, you know? I am now in the south, think of you, think of the North North North North. A memory of the people know what they are missing, no memory of the people do not know what you have. Two kinds of people with the same tragedy. We are just two types of people, also have the same sorrow. Heaven is there, but never been there, when people die, the soul into the sky, the moment in the encounter clouds, rain will fall into, if people finally to the place is paradise, then This is heaven. I think it is not love between us eventually reach the so-called soul of heaven, otherwise why would it this time in full swing, it began to drizzle it? Sky Road aircraft often left many traces, like the lingering white pigment coating on the lines, the Department has been spraying to eyesight. You said, every takeoff, the passenger is an indulgence of the exile, the monastery is surrounded by spectators who are afar is a heavy blunt slicing. Especially as you, so restless, wandering individuals bent. I photographed I live in the southern city, the sunset every day. Twilight sky, some are friends I do not grumble malnutrition looks black, twilight volts to one side, fragmented bone disease bleak, but you joked that God is a God out of print art! A picture of my messy look at these angles, the picture is more confusing sunset sunset. Some shy hidden petals open,