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Met you, I became very, very low

<td class=\The shadow of the trees a white light drifting away, the pace is extremely slow, as if coming from the ancient times, came from the last century, from a place far, far away from.
is him? Yes,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it was him. He came to an onion with a white, and the memory still remained a number of broken fragments of film, a cabin, and cabins on the scene there, thing, man ... ... he should not completely forget about it? Loss of an eye blink blink, it is slow is slow, and gradually, like a star Glittering Trinity together. Yes, he seems to think of it, to speed up the pace, no time to enjoy the mountains and rivers of the way plants and flowers, such as a gust of wind towards his destination journeyman.
cabin has had his eyes now, the doors close over her, he stopped, and her presence there can be? There she can do with my thoughts of him to write poetry? Between lines of each page can be gentle and touching her or there, or wait and miss, or sentimental and pleasure,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], or tears and laughter? Suddenly, his mouth slanting smile, seemed to laugh at my silly, he believes she will be on the inside, looking forward to sitting under the green lamp lights, for ages, journeying waiting for him, so he came over and gave him She wrote Pianpian miss him, because she is so in love with him, he really should stop and hesitate.
confident he pushed open the door house, the house secretly, and by the moonlight he saw nothing inside the house, he was a bit staggering, gentle eyes, turn on the lights, really nothing, except a thin layer The dust covered all the furnishings inside the house, he did not see anything,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], did not see her eagerly waiting for the figure, the eyes do not see her for ages, but did not see a word in her mind sees. Linger, where are you? I'm back. Linger, you go it? What you really gone? Loss, a strange sense of loss came to his mind, just let his eyes still Glittering Trinity of the stars in an instant bleak. the withdrawal of his cabin
nono, turned to the garden,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but was surprised to find here the original colorful, enchanting and charming then had a wide variety of flowers withered on the ground matted weeds, seems a long time No one living in the forsaken gardens. How could this be? Whether they have left for far too long? Where is? Linger, my Linger, where are you? He was unable to sit, look at this barren Abandoned Garden stupefied Qinghuan his Linger.
vaguely remember the day he left, where the intoxicating flowers bright red, flushed face Linger intoxicating, only his face was blue green.
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\dark eyes lowered, blushing face close to the maple arms, very light very light asked.
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\Moment, she continued softly: \You see, just ... ... \Linger no other words, he falls gently on the cheek hold Linger, beautiful face same applies in the garden peony that put pride. \Since I met you, I became very, very low, has been low to the dust. \
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met you, I became very, very low, has been low to the dust, until you see ... ... has been low to the dust, until you see ... ... until you see Feng gone back and forth ... ... the last day of meditation Linger words, once said to her, use the rest of his life's love to take her pain; once told her that he would accompany her day and night ; once told her that he will make her happy. However, he clearly knows that he did not do this, an indescribable expression clearly imprinted on his face, eyes tears Ying Ying Chung was not a tear fall. Sorry, Yuku, but no tears.
got up out of bed, somewhere behind a pair of eyes that watched him, looking back, did not see anything, but can not see where he got up, the soil is moist. Went back, when the road went between, somewhere heard a very, very low voice: meet you, I became very, very low, has been low to the dust, until you can not see. Go back, or did not see anything, not to see his side all the way through every inch of soil is already wet one, the sky did not rain, the moon still hanging in the sky, bright quiet, strange.
he is gone, like a white wizard slowly disappeared. Abandoned Garden open but deserted a voice echoed softly: I am the demon, you are, so you can not see me. Who says there is no temperature,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], no tears demon? But you can not see, because you are human. You have your frustration, I have my help, we had just two of the world, any how I love your wife, this life I still miss you, afterlife, etc. I practice adult, when you first met me . This sounds very light very light, seems a soul of deep, deep in the dust at the cry.
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