A pair of past the eye. Eyes wet for a thousand years. Did not see NuHart.
The flowers in my eyebrow edge, a trace of coolness. The stone steps on the bench, moss had long. She is indifferent to lean on, whispering in my eyebrow edge, lost color. She leaned against the NuHart.
Without waiting for fate, seems to have been set, the board does not calculate lazi. She to the Orioles Singing, to the wind singing, but no one found her waiting. Still has not been falling NuHart.
Dip soft rain, tilt the night of flowers, she leaned against the NuHart.
Order under the grass away from, dim moonlight broken glass, she leaned against the.
At that moment, I saw Mo you, I know the wait is over environmental-protection.
She never lean on, full Hitomi joy, silent, she left me.
Bright with tears, or, III of this. Maybe I should let go.
Life is but a drop of tears for her. Lean on the railing, has not been falling. Finally, because the eye met you, put their own ruin, the final is a vast dust tears spread open.
This one is from the previous dew tears.
Continuous heavy rain did not break, a beautiful butterfly flew low, alights on the petal flowers. Flower tired, butterflies do not fly, a toilet wet butterfly wing. Butterfly wings are so fragile, wind and rain are broken, cannot bear this flower, a drop of dew buried a flying butterfly.
They don't fly. Because it is a flower. As she went to the wind and rain, wind and rain for her. Who is to rob, still no regrets not live.
Some petals flower flower is empty, fell together and the tail butterflies.
The leaf and flower, fragmentation last dream. Flower and butterfly, butterfly and dew, buried in the ward.
Petals nourish the toilet, just leave a fried. And dust, with salty. Honey dipped in butterfly wings, no regret.
The previous dew, wet butterfly wings, turn into a world of tears. Butterfly and flower's affection, is the most beautiful.