Before you know it, and deep night....... Don't know the night like this, I should use to describe what kind of mood? Is indulgence, and still cannot continue to...... Air contains the lasting appeal, taste, and whereas the taste of thought, my heart, in jiangnan's rainy night fall... Who is my harbor, can let a wander too long at the heart of...... The howling wind stroke, small cool, like waves, a wave of a wave. It's a gloomy hold lots of cool, I feel the whole heart into the past, very calm, if the wind still tender, also became static, but the wind will stop? Hand touch head on wind, like light touch a very familiar face, soft, warm, but with some hope, in the wind, silent thoughts go through, as through
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