Like yesterday
like yesterday , last night the stars are falling , the Lord is not linked to String of twinkling in the years the memory of the neck , carefully taste, it was actually the brightest one worn by the pain made it the most moist of a Dead Poets Society is like the invasion because of love ! If the string of flash memory is an asset , then the unforgettable experience that is the wealth of different flashing shiny content.
in the past , such as in yesterday , is not to be too unimportant or lose too , is important to have experienced because of crying , laughing just brilliant, because of love However, recall was gorgeous , if heart is like a lake , then also the scene of summer and winter is also the view , but whether the surface is rippling plug , or as a mirror puzzle , and that the depths of the lake had not frozen .
bogey over the years can not forget , can not forget because we are walking along , even if this pace slightly tender, intimate feel back , because that is true, even through Open the road and no flowers , but also eggs to recall the nostalgia , because it covered with his life at every step.
look back without settling back, so I have a sense of not only cover but also have both envy Sad Piece of the fallen leaves , I found myself really old ... ...
like yesterday , last night the stars are falling , the Lord is not linked to String of twinkling in the years the memory of the neck , carefully taste, it was actually the brightest one worn by the pain made it the most moist of a Dead Poets Society is like the invasion because of love ! If the string of flash memory is an asset , then the unforgettable experience that is the wealth of different flashing shiny content.
in the past , such as in yesterday , is not to be too unimportant or lose too , is important to have experienced because of crying , laughing just brilliant, because of love However, recall was gorgeous , if heart is like a lake , then also the scene of summer and winter is also the view , but whether the surface is rippling plug , or as a mirror puzzle , and that the depths of the lake had not frozen .
bogey over the years can not forget , can not forget because we are walking along , even if this pace slightly tender, intimate feel back , because that is true, even through Open the road and no flowers , but also eggs to recall the nostalgia , because it covered with his life at every step.
look back without settling back, so I have a sense of not only cover but also have both envy Sad Piece of the fallen leaves , I found myself really old ... ...
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