We loved each other, and the thought was sad.
And you pass by the forget, is my life of the rough waves.
The beginning of the story we have predicted the ending is like the beginning of our dialogue between the sick sentence.
I only set up a special concern for you, is to see your first moment of movement.
After all, the enemy will not be able to gather and disperse after all.
I don't want to lose touch, I don't want it, I don't want to leave it.
A lot of people don't need to see each other, just passing by.
A night of flowers, I will go far to the end; send a heart lamp, parting to rely on; from then on than miss.