Instant as well as a quarter of chilly mists

Even if be spen, both opposite the inevitable. Apart though is the landscape, The music is over and people are gone. helpless. Even if they know, not as beautiful as attachment, not as beautiful memories of World Of Warcraft Gold, beautiful obsession, was no match for The Flood of Years. I was also touched by those such as the cloud like smoke past sense, still use a coloured hearts abide by that initial good, let our spirits containing fragrance full of memories.

Instant as well as a quarter of chilly mists and the fading plants this incessant cruel, stares at the autumn geese wandering herringbone, breathing in the autumn and dreary atmosphere, quiet and silent. Long night, Dim candle opened our past, a person you feel the fragrance of poetry, the familiar words, then a familiar picture illustrations, a playful comment, still pull heartstrings, the familiar feel and feel so warm and beautiful. But poetry remains the same, picture remains the same, King still, still, I do not know whether you still?

No trace of a grievance, no whispers you for weeks. Thin cold autumn smoke, did not tell me about your return.There's too much love and hope in the world, like cigarettes such as silk, cannot say everything, could not be sorted, could not be cut off. I do not know, this circle of care, whether to keep the overnight streamer?