And slowly felt, as a people often feel nostalgia。

odor and color。 Wet after the rain beat on the window signs。 Secluded lanes and bike racks。 Tree of light and shadow on the wall。 Sleepy puppy, pregnant cat。 And children。 Bar Street tragic death of garbage and night。 A person's skin and brown round mole。 Sleep in their own eyes。 Collection of light and shadow。 Travel to remote villages, and occasionally encounter in the twilight of white pear, full bloom in the open valley。 Those flowers reasonable manner, do not panic do not at first glance, people moving for it。 Know that they would soon fall, will have a lonely heart。 Around them to keep pressing the shutter, and then smoke, sitting under a tree, watching the golden sunset red sky gradually night was lost。 Typhoon torrential rain of the night, sitting in a bus crossed over the river on the Pentium, soaked to the skin, the camera hidden in a body temperature of the drying underwear。 Distant lights shining, the rain the whole issue of implementing the echo of the city。 Suddenly sitting in the car do not know where to sail, so he blindfolded face with both hands, Fuseshita head away tears。 Had not been to understand the significance of life, but there is plenty of it and can not resort to any form of affection。 Gradually become silent。 Gradually getting used to take some pictures flat and small, as if in record time。 Used a Canon camera for almost two years, has been on the bag, shell gradually wear, but if an old friend is the most friends to share all the subtle inner feelings。 Things people will slowly learn to communicate, rather than people。 That may be, for people, we will eventually go slowly indifferent。 As exposure to the blue planet, people would like to fend for themselves, like stubble, but never used it turn the situation。 Everyone is living in fear, self-abyss。 Yes。 One day we will grow old and die

on the plane and saw the clouds outside the window, big flower big flower, heavy ups and downs。 Connected into a vast expanse of ocean。 Know that I encounter with it, only that this June, the summer sky。 Eight o'clock。 From south to north。 Through the bright blue sky。 Can not be measured,monster beats kobe bryant headphone, and no trace。 This scenery, relative to each other in silence, is a perfect final。 I posted on the closed windows of my face, after staring at it this way。

do not know when to begin, I often looked up to become a people who look at the sky。 Odor and color。 Wet after the rain beat on the window signs。 Secluded lanes and bike racks。 Tree of light and shadow on the wall。 Sleepy puppy, pregnant cat。 And children。 Bar Street tragic death of garbage and night。 A person's skin and brown round mole。 Sleep in their own eyes。 Collection of light and shadow。 Travel to remote villages, and occasionally encounter in the twilight of white pear, full bloom in the open valley。 Those flowers reasonable manner, do not panic do not at first glance, people moving for it。 Know that they would soon fall, will have a lonely heart。 Around them to keep pressing the shutter, and then smoke, sitting under a tree, watching the golden sunset red sky gradually night was lost。 Typhoon torrential rain of the night, sitting in a bus crossed over the river on the Pentium, soaked to the skin, the camera hidden in a body temperature of the drying underwear。 Distant lights shining, the rain the whole issue of implementing the echo of the city。 Suddenly sitting in the car do not know where to sail, so he blindfolded face with both hands, Fuseshita head away tears。 Had not been to understand the significance of life, but there is plenty of it and can not resort to any form of affection。 Gradually become silent。 Gradually getting used to take some pictures flat and small, as if in record time。 Used a Canon camera for almost two years, has been on the bag, shell gradually wear, but if an old friend is the most friends to share all the subtle inner feelings。 Things people will slowly learn to communicate, rather than people。 That may be, for people, we will eventually go slowly indifferent。 As exposure to the blue planet, people would like to fend for themselves, like stubble, but never used it turn the situation。 Everyone is living in fear, self-abyss。 Yes。 One day we will grow old and die

took a lot of light on clouds and photos。 Different hours, different textures and colors。 The same is very bland。 Impermanence of life, but if the same constant。 Even when a person watching the clouds and sky, perhaps he will feel lonely death。

odor and color。 Wet after the rain beat on the window signs。 Secluded lanes and bike racks。 Tree of light and shadow on the wall。 Sleepy puppy, pregnant cat。 And children。 Bar Street tragic death of garbage and night。 A person's skin and brown round mole。 Sleep in their own eyes。 Collection of light and shadow。 Travel to remote villages, and occasionally encounter in the twilight of white pear, full bloom in the open valley。 Those flowers reasonable manner, do not panic do not at first glance, people moving for it。 Know that they would soon fall, will have a lonely heart。 Around them to keep pressing the shutter, and then smoke, sitting under a tree, watching the golden sunset red sky gradually night was lost。 Typhoon torrential rain of the night, sitting in a bus crossed over the river on the Pentium, soaked to the skin, the camera hidden in a body temperature of the drying underwear。 Distant lights shining, the rain the whole issue of implementing the echo of the city。 Suddenly sitting in the car do not know where to sail, so he blindfolded face with both hands, Fuseshita head away tears。 Had not been to understand the significance of life, but there is plenty of it and can not resort to any form of affection。 Gradually become silent。 Gradually getting used to take some pictures flat and small, as if in record time。 Used a Canon camera for almost two years, has been on the bag, shell gradually wear, but if an old friend is the most friends to share all the subtle inner feelings。 Things people will slowly learn to communicate, rather than people。 That may be, for people, we will eventually go slowly indifferent。 As exposure to the blue planet, people would like to fend for themselves, like stubble, but never used it turn the situation。 Everyone is living in fear, self-abyss。 Yes。 One day we will grow old and die

New Year's Eve night, a small city in the south of the square watching fireworks。 Biting cold, wrapped in thick coats and long scarves, making a full half-hour feast of color flame。 The wind blowing bare face and fingers tingling。 Montreal embers。 The young couple were standing on the corner of the shadow of warm kiss。 Holding his camera, into the dirty bowl of hot ravioli to the snack bar。

o'clock in the morning, ears still have rumbling roaring sound。 Some people think。 They are like my world had fireworks in full bloom, full bloom was forced pain he went to high altitude, and then disappear。 Encounter each other as if the significance lies in the intersection of Guanghua moment。 Remaining, but that is some of the dismal things。 Some important things。 Then he gently reminded her to come。 Heart warm。 Do not know when to begin, slowly felt, as a people who often feel nostalgia。 On the plane, to see out the window of the clouds, big flower big flower, heavy ups and downs。 Connected into a vast expanse of ocean。 Know that I encounter with it, only that this June, the summer sky。 Eight o'clock。 From south to north。 Through the bright blue sky。 Can not be measured, and no trace。 This scenery, relative to each other in silence, is a perfect final。 I posted on the closed windows of my face, after staring at it this way。 Since when do not know, I often looked up to become a people who look at the sky。 Took a lot of light on clouds and photos。 Different hours, different textures and colors。 The same is very bland。 Impermanence of life, but if the same constant。 Even when a person watching the clouds and sky, perhaps he will feel lonely death。 New Year's Eve night, a small city in the south of the square watching fireworks。 Biting cold, wrapped in thick coats and long scarves, making a full half-hour feast of color flame。 The wind blowing bare face and fingers tingling。 Montreal embers。 The young couple were standing on the corner of the shadow of warm kiss。 Holding his camera, into the dirty bowl of hot ravioli to the snack bar。 O'clock in the morning, ears still have rumbling roaring sound。 Some people think。 They are like my world had fireworks in full bloom, full bloom was forced pain he went to high altitude, and then disappear。 Encounter each other as if the significance lies in the intersection of Guanghua moment。 Remaining, but that is some of the dismal things。 Some important things。 Then he gently reminded her to come。 Heart warm。 I shot through every city and village。 Their

I shot through every city and village。 They smell and color。 Wet after the rain beat on the window signs。 Secluded lanes and bike racks。 Tree of light and shadow on the wall。 Sleepy puppy, pregnant cat。 And children。 Bar Street tragic death of garbage and night。 A person's skin and brown round mole。 Sleep in their own eyes。 Collection of light and shadow。

。 Happiness, after all, is perhaps the ultimate symbol does not bring relief。 But there will be some things, some people, so we have alone time, will be a silent sadness, but there is no repentance。 There are some things, some people, to remind each other, we have shining eyes, like a dramatic pieces, and still like the idea。 Here and now。 This is where the divine life。 You do not know how it will always come and bring the final。 It can not be detected no noble。 As if hidden in our hearts and memories of those injuries。 Should always maintain awe。 Of time, the United States, on the pain。 As if we live, just a white blooms in spring, the simple life。 Whether trying to bloom, or silent deteriorate, are so willing and treasure。 Wrote some words。 Took some pictures。 Wanted to say than that。

travel to remote villages, and occasionally encounter in the twilight of white pear, full bloom in the open valley。 Those flowers reasonable manner, do not panic do not at first glance, people moving for it。 Know that they would soon fall, will have a lonely heart。 Around them to keep pressing the shutter, and then smoke, sitting under a tree, watching the golden sunset red sky gradually night was lost。

typhoon torrential rain of the night, sitting in a bus crossed over the river on the Pentium, soaked to the skin, the camera hidden in a body temperature of the drying underwear。 Distant lights shining, the rain the whole issue of implementing the echo of the city。 Suddenly sitting in the car do not know where to sail, so he blindfolded face with both hands, Fuseshita head away tears。

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gradually become silent。 Gradually getting used to take some pictures flat and small, as if in record time。 Used a Canon camera for almost two years,beats by dre michael jackson headphones, has been on the bag, shell gradually wear, but if an old friend is the most friends to share all the subtle inner feelings。 Things people will slowly learn to communicate, rather than people。

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like exposure to the blue planet, people would like to fend for themselves, like stubble, but never used it turn the situation。 Everyone is living in fear, self-abyss。 Yes。 One day we will grow old and die。 Happiness, after all, is perhaps the ultimate symbol does not bring relief。

odor and color。 Wet after the rain beat on the window signs。 Secluded lanes and bike racks。 Tree of light and shadow on the wall。 Sleepy puppy, pregnant cat。 And children。 Bar Street tragic death of garbage and night。 A person's skin and brown round mole。 Sleep in their own eyes。 Collection of light and shadow。 Travel to remote villages, and occasionally encounter in the twilight of white pear, full bloom in the open valley。 Those flowers reasonable manner, do not panic do not at first glance, people moving for it。 Know that they would soon fall, will have a lonely heart。 Around them to keep pressing the shutter, and then smoke, sitting under a tree, watching the golden sunset red sky gradually night was lost。 Typhoon torrential rain of the night, sitting in a bus crossed over the river on the Pentium, soaked to the skin, the camera hidden in a body temperature of the drying underwear。 Distant lights shining, the rain the whole issue of implementing the echo of the city。 Suddenly sitting in the car do not know where to sail, so he blindfolded face with both hands, Fuseshita head away tears。 Had not been to understand the significance of life, but there is plenty of it and can not resort to any form of affection。 Gradually become silent。 Gradually getting used to take some pictures flat and small, as if in record time。 Used a Canon camera for almost two years, has been on the bag, shell gradually wear, but if an old friend is the most friends to share all the subtle inner feelings。 Things people will slowly learn to communicate, rather than people。 That may be, for people, we will eventually go slowly indifferent。 As exposure to the blue planet, people would like to fend for themselves, like stubble, but never used it turn the situation。 Everyone is living in fear, self-abyss。 Yes。 One day we will grow old and die

just have some things, some people,monster beats tour controltalk speakers, so we have alone time, will be a silent sadness, but there is no repentance。 There are some things, some people, to remind each other, we have shining eyes, like a dramatic pieces, and still like the idea。

here and now。 This is where the divine life。 You do not know how it will always come and bring the final。 It can not be detected no noble。 As if hidden in our hearts and memories of those injuries。 Do not know when to begin, slowly felt, as a people who often feel nostalgia。 On the plane, to see out the window of the clouds, big flower big flower, heavy ups and downs。 Connected into a vast expanse of ocean。 Know that I encounter with it, only that this June, the summer sky。 Eight o'clock。 From south to north。 Through the bright blue sky。 Can not be measured, and no trace。 This scenery, relative to each other in silence, is a perfect final。 I posted on the closed windows of my face, after staring at it this way。 Since when do not know, I often looked up to become a people who look at the sky。 Took a lot of light on clouds and photos。 Different hours, different textures and colors。 The same is very bland。 Impermanence of life, but if the same constant。 Even when a person watching the clouds and sky, perhaps he will feel lonely death。 New Year's Eve night, a small city in the south of the square watching fireworks。 Biting cold, wrapped in thick coats and long scarves, making a full half-hour feast of color flame。 The wind blowing bare face and fingers tingling。 Montreal embers。 The young couple were standing on the corner of the shadow of warm kiss。 Holding his camera, into the dirty bowl of hot ravioli to the snack bar。 O'clock in the morning, ears still have rumbling roaring sound。 Some people think。 They are like my world had fireworks in full bloom, full bloom was forced pain he went to high altitude, and then disappear。 Encounter each other as if the significance lies in the intersection of Guanghua moment。 Remaining, but that is some of the dismal things。 Some important things。 Then he gently reminded her to come。 Heart warm。 I shot through every city and village。 Their

to remain awe。 Of time, the United States, on the pain。 As if we live, just a white blooms in spring, the simple life。 Whether trying to bloom, or silent deteriorate, are so willing and treasure。

do not know when to begin, slowly felt, as a people who often feel nostalgia。 On the plane, to see out the window of the clouds, big flower big flower, heavy ups and downs。 Connected into a vast expanse of ocean。 Know that I encounter with it, only that this June, the summer sky。 Eight o'clock。 From south to north。 Through the bright blue sky。 Can not be measured, and no trace。 This scenery, relative to each other in silence, is a perfect final。 I posted on the closed windows of my face, after staring at it this way。 Since when do not know, I often looked up to become a people who look at the sky。 Took a lot of light on clouds and photos。 Different hours, different textures and colors。 The same is very bland。 Impermanence of life, but if the same constant。 Even when a person watching the clouds and sky, perhaps he will feel lonely death。 New Year's Eve night, a small city in the south of the square watching fireworks。 Biting cold, wrapped in thick coats and long scarves,dr dre beats tour, making a full half-hour feast of color flame。 The wind blowing bare face and fingers tingling。 Montreal embers。 The young couple were standing on the corner of the shadow of warm kiss。 Holding his camera, into the dirty bowl of hot ravioli to the snack bar。 O'clock in the morning, ears still have rumbling roaring sound。 Some people think。 They are like my world had fireworks in full bloom, full bloom was forced pain he went to high altitude, and then disappear。 Encounter each other as if the significance lies in the intersection of Guanghua moment。 Remaining, but that is some of the dismal things。 Some important things。 Then he gently reminded her to come。 Heart warm。 I shot through every city and village。 Their

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