Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Put his hand on the table


Separate days, someone sitting under the lamp, with music, unexpectedly is that open song "cloud in hometown"! From in those days, inspiring to returned empty bags, sadness of tune in sound mixing my endless loneliness, suddenly detection, this is ever let you how regrets and favorite song!

 Put his hand on the table, not to touch the cup, chrysanthemum leave threads scent of dispersion in air, seems to smell you familiar smell, eyes always pictured you carry tepid chrysanthemum tea, just let me drink a scene, Sitting in the edge of the bed.

facing Taiwan baked hair heat electrical heater, warm, remind of you to buy this machine electrical heater, once risked the piercing wind run many shops, only because I was accidentally said a sentence.

the home a little cool, See a bed a backpack, recalling in sorching summer you relieve me of the burden, totally ignoring the vision, the visitors singular pack have heavy women's backpack hangs over the shoulder, Open notepad, see the ZhangTiJian card, you say human annual happen different physical change, want to get an annual physical, prevent disease hidden trouble.

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