Removed years, time the depths of time long, the pen tip slightly paused for a meal, watching to look out of the window, as twilight drew on, blur left and solitary splendor by spun a so people have been cold.
Little mottled Shuying outside the window stood, provoked lights Italy sometime The Strip full moon feelings.
She is very chilly wind, the wind, in the first cold lonely autumn bloom, very beautiful. Late autumn, this season than any time all came cold, this season, she seems to be so much warmth, no one can give a word, perhaps this life she waiting, reincarnation repetition does not stop cutting and so on, she did not know what time is long, forget it.
She is a cloud, very elegant cloud, before in a snow – covered, cloud free, Wu fragrance beautiful ending, and she knew her in a specific period of time also have a willowy elegant cloud, cloud always occupies the, cloud always not as emotional fluctuations, when she wanted to moved the misty cloud for devout smile.