That year, I was eighteen years old
time like that time of time,spaccio golden goose, and are like that of the misty; V in the leaves of the breeze forgot to breathe every minute on the passing from the fingers imperceptibly, I had diffuse pride, once the floater, once,new balance baratas, those who University over the past six months, I feel I grow up I, I was quiet, sedate, of course I have become reality......but beautiful memories, after leaving, but also sad... In the end he read, only the cool... These years, how many people walked by, from acquaintance to acquaintance, and then to the stranger.
the past sigh,veste barbour pas cher, where are all the time. I want to, but that is also a "I grow up", to cover up the abyss of time.
I thank my memories, thank my sad, these are also taught me to mature, not strong, weak to see who, I often say "sweep in front of thousands of feet of snow,hogan outlet, only to see the last leaf litter, I will do everything to win I smile, and it is only belongs to me.
love you, I love you; I fall; that year... I don't know how, I fell in love with the memories, a person lying in bed quietly to think sometimes, somehow they laughed, it may be a wry smile, eyes will always be a final outflow of more than warm, but it is like that of the meet, this could support me through the best assistant at the age of eighteen.
suddenly remembered the words,tn homme pas cher, a lot of people never don't say nothing to say. The seemingly plain words, careful to really is so sad. A flower,hogan roma outlet, a flower falls,hogan sito ufficiale, all these years,hogan outlet, no inquiries.
remember I said I will only belong to the autumn, the autumn of life, because I have many love autumn autumn sad, calm, kind of rain in autumn desolate meaning... Yes, it is a kind of beauty, the kind of quiet, quiet I can smell the fragrant leaves and hit the ground. I stood in the night of my life, holding that only belong to my autumn afternoon, it is destined to be "catastrophe", rootless water baptism of my soul.
after one season, can not sad, in the past all housed in the heart, the most soft corner most deeply, quietly and bid farewell to the past, let the past over eighteen years. I think I will set up for many years, a fishing rod, fishing days side of the story.
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