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|Posté le: 18/08/2010 03:30:45 Sujet du message: Broken strings
|Broken strings, how sad that song playing; broken strings, how was playing mind share of thoughts; broken strings, it will be shelved on the Millennium ... ...
Who? Summer In summer, love, hate, and cut off ... ...
This is a people miss the season, FFXIV account but always to be washed away by rain and chaos in the mind. Although groggy, but always can not help but turn your head, see their own along the way, dense footprints, I smile, squeezing the original, I have always one person. But I always laugh, and I always remember what ... ...
The more so the more memory constantly, constantly put myself through the whole story, the search for those who have changed, and those who have already occurred. But always do not understand, always do not understand. Do not understand so beautiful enchanting Rose, president of the branches in the barbed stem; do not understand so deep-rooted trees will be uprooted by the wind; do not understand that mess of love in the end what is the chemical composition of the! Acacia warcraft gold, heartbroken in which! ?
Lost self heart trembling all the time, even if the cast of the foot grief forgotten the distance, but also your deep and sincere heart, I am still dragging on guard. Afraid Time passes too quickly, took it all away friends. Chord fear will tighten in the fragile memories of reincarnation,FFXIV Gold
the fear will be the reincarnation of grinding his teeth fiercely, and I not have the courage to take those tortured, I just want to quietly pick up your smile. If one day I Old Men, please leave me in those days, my; if one day I leave quietly, please bury me in the patch of the summer. Light, the recall sometime last year ... ...
I can not find traces of migratory birds, but I will always fly away towards the direction.