Mercredi 7 janvier 2009
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And I just suddenly thought to write, and that of your city. ? If I can, I will certainly hope that long in a city, and then, when the flowery season, and you encounter. In the lounge bridges, in
the old bridge, in Tsing Yi River, in the wind, in the rain ... ... If I can, I have to grow into a gentle demure girl, long hair and , like to wear long cotton skirts of peace at the end of
sandals. Then, in the beautiful city block, and you encounter. ? I have been unable to determine that, in the end is that of a city, or near the city of people, so I am so fascinated with the
madness, let me once again desperate to go to, it seems never thought it will be in a day of rest. ? Memories always stay in the winter and summer, the most cold season Forever Paul hidden memories
of the most plump. At that time, I can say that at that time you, and that time we have. I remember is that you lead, I walked from the bridge big trees, the wind off the leaves have a low moan; I
remember that the bank's long wooden chair, wet and wind to play in our face, behind the river flowing along the way with joy; I remember that we was shaking with cold when the snack bar in the
street, called the owner of the last bowl of , steaming hot, very warm to eat in their hearts; I remember that, look at the snow the day before, we walked around the street is much better a good
long way, but in order to buy me a hat to keep out the cold; I remember that in the separation of the station platform, you smile at me face, and then close to my seat, with his finger in the
window of an ugly painted a heart, the day of the winter sun softly playing in your shoulders , as into my eyes; Memory clear some scary, everything seemed to occur yesterday.
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