September reunion - home
 

it,Throughout the ages, the classic Jietouanhao, is hidden in my heart, hidden in a small nest
and warm heart to
Whenever I think
Hot
eyes wet

it namely ashore my bedside a funny
is invisible in the bed in the turn of a slingshot
also called upon
the cries of mamas do not know if the size of the wealth


forever loaded joy in my eyes ,Which of the retinue sound versed apt you the m, my dad is a mountain
Mother is Creek

it is growing up in a bed
battles in the outdoor world tired ,GHD Hair, tired
recess as a while ,Frightened Be careful pickled fish , they go
so far away
take a long time to do tired

wronged father
frustrated the
one arm outstretched
There are mothers face full of hot love

grown up, reluctantly merely also for a family
split from the parent 's body out of
Two folk of the earth
a house of love from the late early
paint like Poly
such as a plastic
and the ride , no one take the quarrel
Manufacturing are a multitude of sweet and sour

most memorable
wandering behind maximum know what they are there so many solitary
inexplicable dream <Homesick very happy when that fact, there is so little sad