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Another night, still is so quiet, quiet can hear the sound in the ground under snow.Chanel J12 TT RG/CER Black Diamond Sq Bez Black Asian 2813The yellow leaves no longer nestled close to the pebbles path, they have fled the world, can no longer hear riding on a whispering sound above. Time so suddenly dies, lost no trace. I do not know the day and the night boundary is what, also don’t know the night is when coming in my side, like standing on the beach, watching the water days where I tried to connect, swam to there, but couldn’t touch.
My soul in darkness never seem to blink, like this night, listen lyrical song, my heart melt in the air piaoxiang every corner of the world, drifting towards Italy, drifting towards milan, drifting towards the SAN siro outfit, drifting towards red and black. Chanel J12 White Ceramic (Full Box Set) – Swiss Quartz I think that is like nuclear warheads gallop Ukrainian shevchenko commonly, dribbling exquisite graceful kaka, but they are not as their life creed loyalty. I seem to stand in Rome around central, roadshows is raucous ovation, and I will struggle with their enemies, like that from the Thracian warrior spartacus, not win the glory and the applause, just want to change back to dignity and freedom. Quiet night is always my spirit, not the day of numerous noisy, only eternal rest, here comes up my thoughts.
My thoughts relegated to my belief, belongs to my religion, although all religions are if if not. Bright months hanging in the deep sky’s end, its light so dazzling, but without the sun, but again like soft delicate a thin light fog shrouded. Just as those who shouts acerbity philosophy theory, confusion and meditation is the only road.
I believe you do not want to stepping the way with a bone to surmount the pyramids limestone, but I eventually stepped on such a journey, lost colour, parrot. Exhausted, the mind, as only a bit stagnant water in the mighty desert Fu Portugal, searing temperature makes me suffocated, and that the final searching for an oasis, also in the golden burwell lost limpidity. Chaos thoughts, picked up a pen, but never thinking a word. If I am an old man, maybe I’ll waiting the arrival of death, but I’m not, I have not wields do the hot blood, just haven’t boil.
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