Nike Norway: A floor of leaves, scattered not only the leaves at the time of intersection. I wipe off the corner, a crystal-clear person walks a lonely road, footsteps creep and look sad; it seems winter has come for me. More than a rigid body there, the soul has been cold and curled up, wrapped around my soul. I became a captive in winter, singing lonely songs to tell of the messy hair that floats with helplessness. I stood in the heart of the earth and saw desolation everywhere. I fell on the roulette wheel of time. Maybe life's fortune is such that I had to retreat again and again to escape when Yela mundane when I was a puppet in www.sanwen8.com and I became a fairy tale world.
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