Semi-religious edge of a half-edge

Semi-religious edge of a half-edge
Sorry, non-therein. The window of the green leaves have yellow, yellow and green. The twinkling of an eye is the end of the summer, I was surprised at my heart so calm, do not be surprised at the people in this season to see the sudden rainstorm.

I was so calm, without thinking of hanging up his phone, does not hesitate to do this, let alone how to make a move.

Sunset cream Xiao Han, only to lose valuable knowledge. At the time have also cherish each other, whether the loss will regret, regret has been paid, the efforts to strive for, cherish, or after the failure to end sad?

Look at the familiar number, the caller was looking forward to my heart, so calm. Love is Yuanshi have? Time is the treatment of the wound or medicine?

Once thought, feeling like this will continue to keep looking forward, hope, love one day will be to respond to, like moss on the steps, the blocks will be of great importance to the day.

Things fleeting time of the leisurely walk, is taking a three-year, he was sad tears, in return for his disregard of a chip in his mind, I always just a substitute for it. Would like to be alone with the poor people who need only some drugs, only because I love him, he's unscrupulous, I played again and again, to deceive me.

I was naive to think that one day he would really love me, I have to be.

Until, in the hands of glass in the heart Litter, bang the toppling to Petals one, heartbreaking book is also the case, right?

Do not stubborn, let go after my life, there may be hundreds of millions of the total, my heart is so why does it hurt?

As a result, I chose to escape to the memory on the strong heart of the most hidden, no longer touch, to tell their own happy smile.

Since then, according to Han Chuang alone, hand in hand.

Has arrived ushering in a year, he received no phone my heart no less tense, not too many surprises, I calm that?

Is not love? Yiqingbielian is? Or they have grown up, knocked memory, a bitter Piaochu repeated in the delicate fragrance.

Passage of time, earthshaking is three years, I was not in their original, I do not have no love, only then can not find the feeling, but I still love you then, I. Is not the time to me.

Three years later, we can not find the lens of that year, I love you for three years, with four years to understand that we are each other's lives and a passenger, came in haste, did not take away

And a half margin to repair a half-edge, we are only half-edge, or mad resentment of the past or, as in snow and ice melt as not eliminate.

Despite the memories of a person rely on the last, but we are now, rather than in the past.

Is the time to glance, the time is the time to track, my answer is, no one know?