At this moment on Saturday, I became the past. Still placing music, still is the song, you are quiet. Two days, I have long, and it is short.
Looking at QQ, watching her words in the group quietly. I have to endure the suffering of the news. Space, taboo you, you will be happy; Space, thank you, marry her happiness. Go to her text, watching the message of the migrant workers, quiet, the owner out of.
There is something, I have been ignored. She didn't tell me. Ha ha. Look, I still don't have enough. Looking at her in the group, the complaint sent, distressed. Looking at the people in her and the people's stinky P, heart. I thought, she gave me complaints; I thought, I heard her stinky P I. I want to know, it is a complete she; I want to give her a knowledge, it is a complete me.
Dreaming of her, I woke up and wanted to see her. Ha ha. I am sick, I am sick. Remember a story, saying that a book is particularly like peony, go to Luoyang to see the peony flower, live in a friend's home, in the flower party, saw a woman. Since then, I have been thinking during the day, thinking in the evening, I don't think about the tea rice, sitting is not unbelieving, I don't think I will disappear. On the day of the day, there is a boy with a ring, and I said to him, give him a sister, knowing the son, deliberately, the soup, please drink. Sitzer thinks, 汤 is the dead thing, how can you cure the disease? When you drink, you are sleeping down. Unexpectedly, the body was restored, and I could start it. Later, it was a touching love.
I miss her, I really want to think.
