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