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And the night like this MBT Swala Black, static, the bright moonlight and desolate land and on me, and you and go with the night shift. Before I leave you in a hurry to put down the pen, rubbing his stiff fingers for a mouthful of icy cold of the PaoFan. Looking at you walk into the wind and snow the figure, I have the heartache of degree. How can you be so don't care yourself? And I can only take heart little by little sink into the bitter look forward to. Tomorrow, the sun comes up, I'll back to a face such as fatigue, tired of you, but, wait you back what? 300 days, each day I helplessly gaunt, see you see you alone, and when you stand at the window, looking through very far, you are in the boundless sky look for me? I saw the tears happen, you in the face brazenly overflow, who say of, do not easily shed tears, just not to the sad place, these, I can only see in the eye pain in his heart. No one hands, I can't again for you ease of sorrow. I'm just a table, a in your eyes have no life can only fell on top of your ideas into the table. You will I ever photo in my body, again and again and again and again at sigh, my heart in you sigh broke into a piece.
I remember you promised me, when I do the blood flow feeble leafs decline to lie in your arms, I said, "I promise, in, you find a love of people Wingu MBT, start again." Because I know, we all will be with my the end of life and end. You nodded tears hit me in the face. The cold gradually When my soul will no longer be the flesh floating with the wind, pour I saw you crazy, you grab the doctor's shoulder voice hoarse roar a way: "save to my wife, help my child." The doctor helplessly shook his head, are the people who have, ride back in force?
I in god's feet kneeling forty-nine days, knees comes out of the red blood of the heaven, the ground just to change this 365 days with you together. Although I will only attachment in the soul on this table. But, 300 days, and this is where we in the world is but a little place wordlessly relative not interlinked, as time goes by relentlessly.
Next door to move to a just graduated from the university of girl's son, she wear white dust coat, and a smile is clear, a clean face with the smiling face of easy is the girl can rely on and to entrust the life-long. The important thing is, she and as you, like the inflexible square ZiMa into or short or long life story. Maybe she can also in the middle of the night for you cook a hot cup of tea, as I did for you red xiu added sweet. Perhaps, you will in the common interest of happiness help noticing. Oh, oh, oh, gaoxiang, I don't mind, as long as you happiness, happy.
Once, I like a plant trivial, but you will look grass through rose, rose, hitom lock on my own. Grew up in an orphanage I grew up without a normal family, no shone human degree, not even the survival of occupation, but I was lucky to have you. When you to the mother angry eyes knelt down, I also follow knelt down say, mom, I have nothing, but I will use the life to love your son, let him happy. Who know, my life incredibly such a short. Gao xiang, I prefer to be with you, like burn you love to eat food, waiting for you to come back, like you secretly behind me  MBT Swala Gold, like you embrace the breath of your heart beats, like you stick on my belly, jonah, the baby in said and I speak?
All blame the careless driver, he actually drive, looking at the phone edge to your car, I can only hard pushes you away, but I have not protect myself and also that we only 6 months of children. I said, I want to love you with life, this all seems destined to, I fall in devine, hand wheels of the mushroom spread on the ground, it's your favorite.
Gao xiang, I only have dozens of days, forgive my presumption, I can't see you go on like this. Last night, I translate into the shape of the angels came into the adjacent home girl dreams, I tell her, you waiting for the prince lived next door to his name, you, in the eyes of wide-eyed surprise, because you don't know what time, change such a neighborhood. She really is very beautiful, and a pair of eyes, like the bright moon, I really hope she put your dark light up. Her smiling glanced my photo surprised and said, "who is she?" You said: "she is my wife, died." The girl whispers: "but, she is my angel." the appearance of a dream
I know, I know, a story began, although I was a planning, although the development direction as I would wish. But when her into your arms in accordance with the time, my heart still fall apart, I want you to be happy, but can't stop yourself sad. Gao xiang, the soul is no tears, I only can deeply into the wood carving pain.
I want to leave, I have rebelled against god's will, in the day of your life on a, on the day the said, I go, you want to waste his death. I put the moon looks like the girl rationing the wife, you and give you happiness added deadlines-50 years. I pay is: in the dark hell, you happiness 50 years suffering, I suffering 50 years. The future life, I is a dancer, you are a holiday, we also have 50 years.
Gao xiang, we had no the this present life will meet the afterlife it. Remember, don't drink the bridge in meng old woman under soul soup, remember I forget the appearance of this life; The afterlife, I also for you is so beautiful, early to joking there, let him be put to you the ring finger on red silk thread tied to my finger.