Friday, June 10, 2011

It Is Too late

Those who have only belong to my own old love songs, with the dust is already separate a life time into my soul carved in the wind and frost snow in the rain, I am still waiting for that to really, to pure, most holy intimate lover......

Music has something to me in flows to, also have what is away from me, that is the trace of the time, nature is the inevitable trend of history.  louis vuitton case 2 

Late in the day when a leaf flutter and fall there, I heard of the autumn music.

The autumn sighs and autumn sad, a better day yo moved in I, stirring in me.

When the window bird with branches and leaves in autumn wind flitting, I will worry about looking forward to and desire for the approaching winter can hide it up?

This so concerned and care of worry yo.

Oh will wait for the spring wind flute...... naqu

Faithful to wait for the spring rain in the rain...... guitar naqu

Tough for the ChunMeng naqu the love...... dream

Obstinately waiting for spring the love song...... in naqu

In my heart and have a kind of music.  louis vuitton utah leather kiawa tate

Just the hustle and bustle of the reclusive by its sound, so that I lost the ears. If I will wash away the dust, and heart to keep nature, Ken cleaning, and hang on to secular, will break through the fetters, and keep Jane day, so, and I will hear a stunning, hear the sounds of the person I love, and I call that a lifetime does not forget to love nocturnes.

Let I bathed in the wonderful music in!

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