Memory in the evolution,love is not in survival, known deep, dark, but still in situ waiting, can not find a way out, whether it will be light, love, not corruption, but the city to rot。
Have a sound sound of the wind, had a heavy faint heart, but we had agreed to go to the beginning of the end, Chuang, flowers to defeat the dust, lonely he, the special surface evolution to love on the Department of health complex。
The story began to end, slowly accumulated into the persistent, flower litter proud, the tree Rong flower to the ups and downs of fall, remain in the growth path, to be slowly forgotten, the purpose of burning love, dumping to hurt。
We have said is early to enter the abyss, the abyss, life is not a bad, corruption still retained at the beginning, as I said I exist, but also because you need to, we are all people are buried in the abyss, the abyss, we are good people, all have not turned on
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