SAN MAO once wrote in a song "everybody has an acre field, and everyone has a dream."
Everyone has, will, or, had had heart dream, blood boiling, just as the dream into reality, according to who can dream up into immortality, infinite?
Just when once the pain into the sea, now have met them, as time passes by, the mandala built as if the original all of all, also is no longer such as tears about it, just hum a irrelevant to song, tell yourself a large fresh clothing previously so NuMa good time also just trickle, without trace just.
She said "every miss you a time, the sky falls a grain of sand, and formed the Sahara."
She is like burning firebird, stubborn and courageous, let the wind to light the day of cloud light, waste not, want not become sentimental, world heaven.
And then recalled, even with that make flaws, but how will not exclamation its moments of beauty, timesong day. In the desert open China hotel, the head put parsley to get married; Just see her through raids white robe in the desert, is behind the blue sky to the background and observation, float world isolated desert smoke float city, see her and jose in the desert night through in the barren hills, downplay the but again ordeal.their deeds expression love...
This is sufficient, the entire life, this is the most difficult to really themselves, can have, burns through, even light up, and how?
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