The butterfly forever
That year a butterfly rain, the genial love sincere feeling, deeply implanted in the rolling the world of mortals, and used to think of the love into writing written in the stars above the moon, let years has become a witness that the memory and with a crazy in things change. For who chi for who crazy, for whom pain for who hurt? How much have how much hate in the lonely, butterfly rain floating in the butterfly flying in the rain.
It was a sad rain, it was a QiXie, a drop of rain drops chanel handbag the group of flower wet banana, failure vanilla dispersed the morning dew, who know this dust in the mud and broad field with a pair of bright moon send acacia Trinidad loved, and who know men and women that empty pick west shade on the building disappointed? The color of the ground, and there were several shocked--a few people who deplore lament! How years, I don't know if you still remember the tears of the butterfly the rain?
Many want to forget the butterfly rain, he wanted to forget me, from now on as his serene freely, like the grass near the same growth in the barren hills TuLing, although small and insignificant, but also tough to wildfires burn born again when the spring breeze blows in impoverished life realm, enjoy the fun of stubborn. Whenever it rains, I will think of the butterfly rain, thinking of rain in the butterfly shed tears to you.
Can't see your tears of moncler jackets appearance, can't think you tears, the way I only in tenderness toward woman mood torture me himself, and the persistence of a sincere already waft in massif, knead spring for wine, cut into the snow! I drunk take out knife off the water, I drunk cachinnation, lunatic out--I want into the wind kuang language, I turned earth...... To kiss the snow to gather flowers to the rain, the search for lost memory.
Every time it rained, if you can remember the butterfly rain, think of that rain down and out of me? We have not agreed, no date, so into the two boundless. A sense of a constant care, the idea of a month, year with I sunrise sunset and his death forest, stale body will change the wind cosmetic mud, long flower blossoms thanks, the grass sprout out of the earth, only these broken text records me silly waiting for it.
A pay sentiment, a broken heart, have become this life or the afterlife never tied off the scab, from now on, not love so tiredly mac cosmetics online to pain. Put a fine emotions, a deep emotional, hidden in the memory of the broad, lonely enjoy after wind and rain, the rainbow of a chew sweet the. I found a sweet memory but let me so satisfying, butterfly in the rain, you have to my life and afterlife forever of butterfly.
"Crazy with LiuXu sometimes see, dance into the pear where searching"! That is the life touched, the gorgeous life. Meet in the morning dew, easiness in vain branches in heart, reveals a serene unrestrained life of noble. If so, I also be little some sense of passions, little some sort of miss, the broken feeling broken read, already deeply buried in the rolling the world of mortals, whether life and afterlife, you still my eternal butterfly!
It was a sad rain, it was a QiXie, a drop of rain drops chanel handbag the group of flower wet banana, failure vanilla dispersed the morning dew, who know this dust in the mud and broad field with a pair of bright moon send acacia Trinidad loved, and who know men and women that empty pick west shade on the building disappointed? The color of the ground, and there were several shocked--a few people who deplore lament! How years, I don't know if you still remember the tears of the butterfly the rain?
Many want to forget the butterfly rain, he wanted to forget me, from now on as his serene freely, like the grass near the same growth in the barren hills TuLing, although small and insignificant, but also tough to wildfires burn born again when the spring breeze blows in impoverished life realm, enjoy the fun of stubborn. Whenever it rains, I will think of the butterfly rain, thinking of rain in the butterfly shed tears to you.
Can't see your tears of moncler jackets appearance, can't think you tears, the way I only in tenderness toward woman mood torture me himself, and the persistence of a sincere already waft in massif, knead spring for wine, cut into the snow! I drunk take out knife off the water, I drunk cachinnation, lunatic out--I want into the wind kuang language, I turned earth...... To kiss the snow to gather flowers to the rain, the search for lost memory.
Every time it rained, if you can remember the butterfly rain, think of that rain down and out of me? We have not agreed, no date, so into the two boundless. A sense of a constant care, the idea of a month, year with I sunrise sunset and his death forest, stale body will change the wind cosmetic mud, long flower blossoms thanks, the grass sprout out of the earth, only these broken text records me silly waiting for it.
A pay sentiment, a broken heart, have become this life or the afterlife never tied off the scab, from now on, not love so tiredly mac cosmetics online to pain. Put a fine emotions, a deep emotional, hidden in the memory of the broad, lonely enjoy after wind and rain, the rainbow of a chew sweet the. I found a sweet memory but let me so satisfying, butterfly in the rain, you have to my life and afterlife forever of butterfly.
"Crazy with LiuXu sometimes see, dance into the pear where searching"! That is the life touched, the gorgeous life. Meet in the morning dew, easiness in vain branches in heart, reveals a serene unrestrained life of noble. If so, I also be little some sense of passions, little some sort of miss, the broken feeling broken read, already deeply buried in the rolling the world of mortals, whether life and afterlife, you still my eternal butterfly!