Wear sun shadow on the road arcade collecting leaves crunch singing, song endless for lovers on the season. Then rain. Rain as deposition hearts for love songs, for people less troubled world. Far from a phase grid user to communicate weather and kinky to vay.0: 00/3: 18Nu South (Artwork) delivered mixed lattices interspersed weather sunny, late autumn rains as reminder, make us as if the heart minh
.Con familiar road just a few hundred stride, remembered every stone pavement, so that today find strangely. Customers nacre is poured leaf season. The yellow leaves fall gently in the wind, making the city the commercial segment of the city Le Hoan Coal Chemical noisy, like quieter, more alive
The daily hustle, the shooting shocked the streets as absent. But as no city street. Still the sound of cars, still the hustle and down, but like any place, there is another city. I counted every step slowly, cover yourself with the human heart, find relaxation, serenity to clear. Every day regularly put under a table leg Chattering computer keyboard arranged the letters ... so see roamed crave these days, all forests, and sea. Emotional miss revenue outside the glass door, wanting to make guests swooping into romantic autumn du.Gio the collection was split up quickly, so hurry, no time to train as scared suit season
One regrets the loss caused to many people, both minh.Thu go to east to the season, not cut flesh, which caress the cold, for daisy flowers blooming color inflates with the human, for blazing a color array , specifically HR suburban neighbors. What used to be the outskirts of their own. Small house inside the village of rice, flower village was pinned back so many memories of a youth. Only one time only, but miss the skin away. Now I was a guest in a village hoa.Song more modern urban areas, but the situation is tight, I can also become more discerning. Many nights on the top floor balcony, I looked toward the distant village. Dark village, but the village, the people, the light. So as a constant restless mind field, where the field memories. Remember the farmer, the female half of the city village, half the village. Sunday afternoon and late fall days, I have been in the flower field a familiar, but the heart, but the deposition as anything. The song does not remember the name, song about fall apart, about a love gone in the wind autumn love song farewell, listened long, suddenly awake, stirring in the depths of the heart dry calluses yourself. Song collection as the main remnants of deciduous day, as the wind blows through tim.Nang season. Sun poured gold, wear sun arcade stretches on the roads collecting leaves crunch singing, song endless for lovers on the season. Then rain. Rain as deposition hearts for love songs, for people less troubled world. Far from a phase grid communication such weather. Kinky, effeminate and also fastidious girl aged just love, but still desire love. And so, the emotional fall put my foot on the field as long untouched endless vineyards towards troi.Nhuc no legs eye with gaudy streets, hustle, romantic sister flashed with kinky short skirt lip movements like programming each early in Goodmorningcafe on the street, I like catching it lost between suburban neighborhood not far from town, but different from the noise of the city. No where to shoot, where to take the children. She's in the flower field spoke clear when I'm positive the camera toward it. Say so, but do not, your pure smile like nothing that village women make up all autumn is leaving hurriedly. Yellow color, golden yellow daisy suburban neighborhood, in my bright yellow color in shapes her camera in hand minh.Toi as captured treasures he had lost during the years nao.Lam artisanal Vu . Dịch vụ:
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