We who can not stay in first. Love is a gift from God, lost, will not come back, leaving the innocent years that is at heart a long time in the cinnabar India.
Husband know? How I treasure this hardwon feelings are you, my feelings are toward the end of the time Kukuan blocked cored door I were you, tell me
The truth in this world there is you, tell me you will Since then I do not cry … … you, my dear husband, you make me believe that you can take me step by step to heaven, not tears of happiness to the kingdom … …
I love you, those words really good ground Oh, but I can not find
A more suitable word for my feelings for you; on you, I no fancy language, you, I did not let you read can be moved to tears after the text, you, my dear, I only have one for your Lg beat of my heart, if you really love me, dear, you can feel to … … Once, I think about

Closed the door window, it still disappeared …… maybe the cause of life is to use everything is built on. Thus came this way, and as to blossom.
Meet again years later when, years ago, again in front of the face. Or involuntarily heart sunk about as the year has shown signs. Strange, familiar, there is still a strange heart throb.
Because I have been tough love, not unfamiliar with as natural; because I have hated the cut, not intimate seamless.
Remembered once heard a song: When we met again smile Mature heart a little old Many have forgotten the pain All the remaining memory is better You and I have found a new dependent Right and wrong are not important in
The past But we are clearly aware of There were endless mind plan period Only blame you and I love too early Too little for the love and understanding … … God let us meet in the early But gave too little for the fate Can we only stuck in the memories of the upset
Time flies, the migration of Love,