12 janvier 2012
The brief moment of beauty, eternal eyes sparkling, with silk coolness, slipping, deep down, rendering the ripples through the endless darkness!
The moment when you turn around, I'm smiling, waving to you; when sunset, just slipping, as if the divine arrangement, beautiful end, there will always be tears of the birth of tragedy. "Harriet Craig, just the evening" how the helplessness and sadness!
When I turn around time, my corner into the sand Cheap RS Gold, Yes! When speed by car dust-proof and order, it was left by tons of sand, small but stinging eyes, could not help but, corner of season of tears!