In the world, it is hard to tell the story of the desolate window, with dreams, flowers, wind, rain... It is so comfortable that it makes people feel moved that it is light and slowly twists the sunshine. Listen to you in the distance, calling me affectionately ink, and sedimenti

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In the world, it is hard to tell the story of the dead

The window is sparse and shadow

There are dreams, flowers, wind, rain...

So comfortable that makes people feel heart-warming

Lightly gather slowly and twist a ray of sunshine Listen to you calling in the distance

I am an infatuated woman

Skillfully splash ink, precipitating the rhythm of the tones

Freehand , elegant and charming

I am a lovely woman

cleverly splashing ink, precipitating the rhythm of the tones

Freehand , elegant and charming

In the world, it is hard to tell the story of the desolate window, with dreams, flowers, wind, rain... It is so comfortable that it makes people feel moved that it is light and slowly twists the sunshine. Listen to you in the distance, calling me affectionately ink, and sedimenti - DayDayNews

Love is a word with deep love and shallow relationship

shuttle melancholy

blooms between my eyebrows, conveying a meaning that will sound

Thoughts and scenery lingering

I came here gently in my snow dress, but I couldn't find your poetry

Floating in the wind like water, caressing the strings and remembering the beauty

The heart has thousands of knots

Follow you to the end of the world, be your shadow

Only drunk lovesickness Wine

In the world, it is hard to tell the story of the desolate window, with dreams, flowers, wind, rain... It is so comfortable that it makes people feel moved that it is light and slowly twists the sunshine. Listen to you in the distance, calling me affectionately ink, and sedimenti - DayDayNews

Snap a wisp of breeze to bring innocence into

A graceful word

Gentle and elegant into a state, the faint fragrance lingers

Is it like me, I am melancholy in a dream of a thousand years

Let my own clear and bright

Through the flowing season, the soft and tender

Is it impossible to Let go

In the world, it is hard to tell the story of the desolate window, with dreams, flowers, wind, rain... It is so comfortable that it makes people feel moved that it is light and slowly twists the sunshine. Listen to you in the distance, calling me affectionately ink, and sedimenti - DayDayNews

I believe that longing is winged

Joys and sorrows are in the horizon,

It is a myth, love hurts, it is the highest realm of love

My loneliness is so beautiful

Every charming in your poem

No dust

And willingly becomes a red bean

Enter the painting and dream

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