God unintentional strings

dialed the wrong I love the sail

fall at the moment the mother

who’s who expect gentle

twist my masculine

soaked my mellow

I was wrong men completed a Peugeot children

Blossom season in the youth

wind blowing a softly romantic mood of the moment

who’s who’s laughing eyes slow wisp of black hair who

is a friend of the morning thinking twilight want

for my superficial

Young loving Chunfan can not afford

not see God happy face

puzzled surprise fantasy mood in which one wakes up

Find traces of

masculine Wie is actually

not for Jiaoqiao exquisite

throbbing once a part

of the sports arena is the sweat rain

that hard work is the power of fighting in the

sails of love has existed in the most remote sea sail

that a deep blue sea is very far away

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