Remember the whole day yesterday myself.
The inflated balloon ants particles on the laughter of children.
Child innocence eyes round this century.
The lip that often teach me always sharp sharp sharp views.
In fact, the nostalgic yearning remembering
Only one to crush the strongest pain yourself
But I was the same pain are accustomed.
My love has
Be a song of joy.
My dad has to remember
That joy is yours.
My Love
Be perfect for you.
Today I remember myself.
Tomorrow we are ready to remember that I missed.
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