The girl who has no scars will not fall in love with smoking ... There is no hurt girl, it will not fall in love with the wound. So, a girl who has not been hurt is not in love with smoke. Smoke is the memory of those beautiful details. Do a melancholy woman, sitting in winter melancholy scene smoking, always let me have a sour. I know that at this moment, inner pain, like a blue rose bloom. Smoke is short, all things of the soul are short, and beautiful is more beautiful because of short-term. It is a little injury, it will cry, it is a violet girl, but the girl who smoked will not cry easily, choose the smoke, and choose a beautiful. Love is a kind of harm, but the girls are looking for happiness in the harm. The smoke is also a kind of injury, but at the same time, the smoke makes the girl forgets the harm. If you say, the woman who is not smoking is a plurality of rouge, then the girl is a mandala. The smoke gradually drifted, and it is a style and fantasy. A smoke. What does it mean for girls? Perhaps the peak of love, maybe it is a breakup. There is no harmful love is incomplete. Remember or forget those who have loved and hurt, they need smoke. Smoke is not a physiological needs, and smoke is a psychological need. Smoke makes girls souls. Long, fine, smoke is burning between the cleverned fingers, like the dark blue nails, there is a little deep, there is a little lazy, there is a little charm, there is a little gentle, there is a little fascination. A smoke, it is more like a way. Sitting in a dark orange cafe, emitting a faint fragrance, all the sun is around. Outside the window, all people have hurried, everyone seems to know their direction. Smoking girl, cold inner ice is a lot of Lingxiao. A yellow book, a cup of black coffee, a poem that made people jumping, brought back the shameful girl, then, didn't understand anything, there is only a light green dream in life. The foot is crisp, so that all the eyes stop breathing. Backings, like a fascinating cloud, let how many winds stop singing. The voice of the speech, gently, sweet, more like a spring rain, so sad, then clean. At that time, how much cute tears were filled with the stories in the book. But now, it will not be, because you have become a figure in the story. Every girl's fate is a tragedy. Because, everything is so short for the girl. When you are young, imagine that you will gradually go to a person's hand, that feels are very warm. Because, I didn't understand what is old, thinking that it is a deep romantic. Now, when the years are ruthlessly scars on the face, I find that the old is a terrible devil. Old, that is the moment that smoke is about to be burned. Oil 蒂 立 立, then some, but you find your corner, that is wet crystal clear. Smoke is stationary. The morning café, like a young woman who has not awake, low and low. Light music. Dark red and black lattice tablecloths, inserts a zipyus and shamrock, and the shallow red wine bottle filled with the shallow, and the light is not emitted. The brightness of the memories. It is better to fall in the chair with it. The chair of the log, like a flower basket, just lying on a gray rose in the inside. The whole morning is immersed in such a warm feelings of Chocolate, and one can take one.
