The wind, and the process of knows fly through our life pursuit. And the world of mortals spans and clutch is staged continuously, earthly bitter and sweet crisscross samsara.
The carriage with passing breeze, fallen leaf grinding into mud dust. Coach Madison Penelope Op Art Tote Beige
Maybe love, like a leaf, knows this when sprout when change green, in what way towards the sun, what language farewell spring breeze.
I can't help it decided to love fall season is autumn or spring, falls posture is snow or harp.
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In order to achieve is perhaps a promise, promise to previous lives wind took the comb over the head, and allow running I lay on the grass, can AnQin carriage, can go to where blooming.
In the spring, the village hold me in your arms, I'm so in love with earth BaiCao.
I understand, even if not to love, not to recall, a spring breeze will grow in all the clatter of soft, melt...
The spring breeze not commitment, but all the stories, including the spring to beautiful day and soft wind of the south of the village, the old, that spans the memory in village sister...
In fact, the wind is our best companion, so one season and one season, year after year, from wild ancient, walked the grassy today.
And love together from spring to hold, is eternal...
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