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Memories like the time in the coming dusk, near the window, watching the sky and irremediably a little bit, a little darker. In the allembracing night, quietly humming his songs. Tight folding of the cloud, tearing into the night sky almost make a lot of debris. Those fragments, as she and his memories. Recalling picked them. Hands in casual pants
Pocket, the ear is always stuffed with headphones, recalling the life habits such simple ease. "Do not headphones when the sound transfer songs so great, not good on the ears!" Memories come back to. Never forget that moment, in retrospect, it was a chance encounter, but destined to spend a whole lifetime to forget. It was a pair of big
Eyes, a complicated air as bright stars. Heart like a stone cutting off the lake, filled with a layer of a layer of rippling. The wind rises, squeeze out a hint of clouds, the moon struggled out of the clouds. Recalling bent mouth and smiled. Oh! Is waxing. Waxing, Yi’s birthday, 16 years old. Waiting for a long time, finally