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Hot weather gradually, and at night also. However, only in the dead of night when it will feel unusual excitement, because every time, I will see you at this time; I like upgrade and earn last chaos gold with you, but a long time today, did not find your shadow, in the sense of loss for a long time, I suddenly became very sober. I suddenly found I have found that out of the flowering season, perhaps I should have never opened the season had to spend.
I have never been the only cloud the sky, the drizzling rain, there is always a little sad wind, like that little sparrow alone in the wind and cold. I have never thought of that one day the sun will be from my perspective gently fired into the soul, and I do not expect too roses will blossom in my hair, I have been accustomed to autumn, I have been accustomed to watching a person Toyama, Star looked at only a dream would be illusory to knocking my window and I shook his head with a smile, I know this is my only fragile happiness.
My sky is not the beautiful scenery, no big mountains and harbor, my sky, just clouds blossoming, and the wind drift, like fudge, like a romantic but not real, but then like the rest of you like a fairy tale, and like a fairy tale, like a dream, a true and fanstasy land floated into my sky, the sky so I have you, because of your pure and beautiful it makes me the sky became bright exceptions, you have space in my heart forever exist, not in any kind of visual or tactile form, but rather a Silian a lingering spirit and soul, my life be colorful, no matter when, I would suddenly remembered: Oh, I still have my dreams a section of beautiful, I have a dream the real you.
I do not imagine your face, I can clearly feel your breath on my ear, like spring breese fragrance, I can sense your eyes gently shone my wouds, my life will be resprout. It is that you gave me the breath of spring, although the flowers do not suddenly open up in a morning in my window, I know that perhaps will never be a day, but the flowers have opened up in my heart, the openeing in my the depths of the pupil, just as you naughty and beautiful face.
Perhaps you will say that everything does not matter, anyway, menger never be more than false, you probably think this is just a funny game, but I do not think so, my heart the same trembling, my blood boil the same, I the plot of the most beautiful in the dream a long stay, whether in spring or autumn. I would drunkenly crying, drunkenly sorrows and joys, dom, the dom to walk.
Like in the dream world I dare indulge their love and hate, do not have to find many, many reasons for bundling their own.
