@loralie
Sleepless night, wipe a acacia tears. Open the window, drink a bitter long wind, smiled, woke up, the original is just drunk. Those beautiful days of the imagination, have been thousands of miles away from me, the years of guilt should be exiled. Looking back, did not take away the dust of the past, but left a handful of sadness; Overlook, while the day is not wasteland is not old, unrestrained forward.
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