Christmas finally passed, received 28 blessing SMS. Not much, it is not less. I have a heart. There is no time. The days are like boiling water. I want to toss something, it seems that I don't dare. Maybe your mood is very old. It takes a sun, but it is isolated. I want to hide in a transparent box, maybe you regret it, I can find me right away. In the future, you must do a tree, and it is a branched tree. Swaying multiple. Let you recognize it.
