There are many helpless, weathered desolate , but left nowhere to appeal regret.

My memory can not sleep, you're wandering thoughts , all of the text, write a dash of sorrow in my heart all the feelings , heavy pressure in the small atrium , can not vent ! You can understand , I think you how deep

Multi wants to get closer to you, tell you how much I love you to my heart !Evening sitting in the window, inadvertently looked up , the leap into the eyes of a full moon , yellow as the disc -like hanging in the eastern sky .

Our class has a girl look in my heart , back home listening to adults talking about a kind called "broken fire" herbs can cure me of this disease , she used to go out to gather some Sunday back to school quietly placed in clean my windowsill

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