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miss the wind, warm as spring, gentle enough, romantic feelings, care deeply, smell, faint trace strands, pull tie him stumble, I was worried about you, do you still touching me, and I it is your dream, you still my hope, the Rain and tears Lian Lian, is God in the heart of Tears or rainy [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], days of endless, boundless heart, thoughts boundless ... ...

rain every now and then, after the rain of the summer, cool and pleasant, Summer insects chirp outside the window-ming, playing upon love waltzes, accompanied by my memories. -

Night sky, and dense and deep, quiet and secluded clearing. The dead of night, the wandering thoughts, thousands of miles, Nanzu thoughts of love. Heart, warm, moist, full of tenderness for each corner; love, because of Wan Lai and silence, and more dense. Piece of the mind like summer-like bloom in the middle of the night, beautiful and passionate, colorful and fun, dress up the summer night sky. -

Woke up this morning, want to find yourself in the dream, I do not know why the dream thoughts to find the back. -

Why, in the end is why you come quietly, and quietly go [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], hit my heart, I left indelible tremor, you're like the clouds, sunny , turbulent, I can not catch your heart, it is missing the flowers, it is summer dream of love. -

Beautiful and passionate summer, Fudang the missing wind. Even summer insects, and Ming, is the summer they enjoy the most beautiful. -

At this time, as the morning breeze brings tears outside the window, thinking of the wind, blowing toward the distant lover; hot and passionate, not to mention a thousand mountains and the million of water, not to mention the long road and road weight. Thousands of miles, how can we stop the heart through love? Long road road weight, how to block the course of love? -

Miss the wind ah, you slowly drifting, I took my first garden roses in full bloom, autumn maple leaves and the red rice wine brewed by hand, with the wind, wear over thousands of miles, Acacia Gallery, quietly come to you. -

Miss the wind ah [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you slowly drifting, You seem to have spiritual it [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Could you also know that the real world, you are my most beautiful encounter this life! Buddha, Past Looking back five hundred years, can brush in exchange for this life. So, we are able to meet, whether it has experienced a million times on the Review? You and me, met thousands of people who want to meet, thousands of years of time in the wilderness without Cliff, neither earlier nor later step, just met. -

Miss the wind ah, you slowly drifting, you filled with tenderness and romance, emotional playing a mountain stream, The Sound of Music, has awakened my slumbering soul, I intoxicated, and thus, in the deepest human society, we met. -

You open the door for me the most beautiful windows, the scenery outside the window of the Rose Garden is so charming, I am happy, I'm hypnotized, will want to return to long forgotten when the road. -

Last night, I watched you walk in the cold, I know from your shadow never get out of my sight, get out of my chaotic mind, get out of I'm feeling the sky, like a child I, like, put your attachment into a habit.

miss the wind ah, you slowly wandering, white from the wind, I remember our encounter and was beautiful. Well aware, some regret is doomed fate, perhaps, do not have to cry tears, love does not necessarily spend. Just really want to dive into your heart every day, your dream of owning your wanton indulgence beat of my heart ... ... -

miss the wind ah, you slowly wandering, gently , the dough wind, blowing you blow me, Acacia sweet, romantic sad, white hair early on in our time, and the TV drama warm sun, let us walk in the footprints of each have long aftertaste . -

Miss the wind, ah, you love the messenger, may the rain had turned her into lingering, moist we love the process. Zhang wings of love, love is getting stronger, think of the more important moments, and the accumulation of the love of my heart, and the summer insects heap of Ming, the deepest love to sing a song!