Not for others only for himself blooming flowers of their own

But the setting sun in well, why should the melancholy evening! Do not ask for tomorrow's place, do not ask fate after, opening their eyes, look at the beauty of the eyes, let myself rest. The evening breeze, light into, close your eyes, you can forget all the tedious, let the mind wander in a free and peaceful.
Maybe not all of the evening was such a beautiful day, perhaps one day, you get wet in the rain in the evening, perhaps one day, you Sing the Blues had not had time to rise, perhaps one day, the moment you were not able to catch the sunset Hill sth These are perhaps, normal life, ought to appreciate life in every detail.
Life is like a play, comedy, tragedy, smiling, when not necessarily happy, crying is not necessarily sad, as long as you like. Like sunset, not see said it did not saw wasn't always in Guangcai Programme. Some people say that the evening, was in tears smiles, is the most beautiful flowers!
Not for others, only for himself, blooming flowers of their own, quietly open and when it rains learn to resist wind and rain; when sunny, learn to gain more sunshine. Even in the Sun the same healthy development, the sunset last residual light lit up the sky, bringing nature's gift of simplicity, we still have nothing sad!
Bus ahead, every stop, manhandled, who was passenger, who returning home? How many such evening, silent language, the past left lying, sadly die young and, finally, tightening brows, imprison the haze, dusty memories. A cool smile, reflecting the setting sun, eyes had a supernatural light, draw a successful close in a day.
But the setting sun in well, why should the melancholy evening! Do not ask for tomorrow's place, do not ask fate after, opening their eyes, look at the beauty of the eyes World Of Warcraft Gold, let myself rest. The evening breeze, light into, close your eyes, you can forget all the tedious, let the mind wander in a free and peaceful.
Maybe not all of the evening was such a beautiful day, perhaps one day, you get wet in the rain in the evening, perhaps one day, you Sing the Blues had not had time to rise, perhaps one day, the moment you were not able to catch the sunset Hill sth These are perhaps, normal life, ought to appreciate life in every detail.
Life is like a play, comedy, tragedy, smiling, when not necessarily happy, crying is not necessarily sad, as long as you like. Like sunset, not see said it did not saw wasn't always in Guangcai Programme. Some people say that the evening, was in tears smiles, is the most beautiful flowers!
Not for others, only for himself, blooming flowers of their own, quietly open and when it rains learn to resist wind and rain; when sunny, learn to gain more sunshine. Even in the Sun the same healthy development, the sunset last residual light lit up the sky, bringing nature's gift of simplicity, we still have nothing sad!
Bus ahead, every stop, manhandled, who was passenger, who returning home? How many such evening, silent language, the past left lying, sadly die young and, finally, tightening brows, imprison the haze, dusty memories. A cool smile, reflecting the setting sun, eyes had a supernatural light, draw a successful close in a day.

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