Single woman's fantasyThink of myself as a bird
Her heart , has caught the silence
She always wanted to forget some old stories
Lovelorn season, no one
She can translate the lonely heart
Time flow . Fantastic dream
She always want to strive to remember what
But the dream shake off the feathers , words , sand
Fall so far , so far she could not understand :
It missed a past style
Which part of what got stuck in
In a yard full of gold
I long to meditate . Sleep
Autumn leaves falling piece by piece
Didi blah . Indicators of youth
Escape the Goose . That snow , leaves
Countless voices soon as soon as higher than
Would flood a person's lips
At this time, I dream of a meditation
Wake up . I 's got the horseshoe
The words slipped out of your lips
To say how many striking similarities :
Leaves , the time , was the whisper faded youth scratch
Your palm away the
Is a festival of death
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