The fall of the great
Some personnel, autumn will not be remembered.
I thank you for once in my life, give me warm.
NanKe yesterday as if dreaming, forget it good. Until the time of space-time, to you is numbered, so your face gradually blurred.
To do so in the end are going to have to always remember you, or preparing to start one by one, and make you forget?
I'm not sure.
Perhaps one day the future will know eventually.
But the sea was singing butterfly, bear no blame.
This fall, the good.
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