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Buddha said: five hundred times look back, only in exchange
for this life pass by. I can not help but smile, whether it
is obsessed, whether it is fate. Strange blame the
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there are people crazy wrapped around. I am a practice of
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thousands of lonely. Memories of the dust through the
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weight. That year under the cherry tree, petals floating
petals, in the air leisurely, like naughty wizard,
fluttering with beautiful wings. You will take me light, I
see your eyes deep deep desolate, as if to tell the
helpless, boundless lonely. You are lonely! When you hold
me, I see the joy and love in your eyes. The days of the
spend is good, I forgot the time, obsessed with your
minutes and seconds. I do not know if this is love. I only
wish to be so quietly accompanied by your side, with you
tread this golden; only willing to silently waiting in your
side, cool days, the vicissitudes of old age. Can only be a
different way, I love you, you are poor and hard to wash
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