Text lines of the attack filled with sorrow and sadness

One end of the string, is to go by, past, brushed back, how fluent one bleak. Around love that a soul dream, wander in the years, paper pale Mo Xiang, which tastes gorgeous. Mood like a mist, in memory of quietly unfolded in the skies, and rush, time has no intention of touching, sentimental spread deep of the night, a thread of words of the shallow flower world.

Text lines of the attack, filled with sorrow and sadness, in the unseen world, a cool, into ARC's sadly, covered with hearts. Static go your way and let my thoughts do Twine and circled alone and let the waiting, gaunt a gust of wind gap, the mystery of blowing in the world. A legend of the tear, vertical completed years of vicissitudes the RS Gold, I wait, deeply buried, a little lost and who walk into your mind of who that?