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Years later, I again went to Manor familiar tall, push the red door that door, walk in the colorful leaves avenue, with the familiar song melody, the voice of countless ears: The Text Xi, in the final to Celebrex, whether alone?
years later, when I'm not young, beautiful past has become the face of the landscape, when I have long forgotten rules of the game of love, I walk in the estate of my youth buried, dead heart was found in Montreal, Ye Zhongmeng the accumulation of yellow buds , when all the memories flash before I even reached out, trying to hold on, while grasping the hand but only the yellow leaves, above the struggle and heartache filled with contradictions of the past; When love does not get the final vesting, when Love Boat finally ran aground, many years later, it can ban all the love?
in the young, there was that the person does not have the illusion of love, that the person has never been attracted to the couple was, but then, there was a know how to love, then, finally learned to love , that the people have long gone love lost in the crowd.
why do these rules of the game are lost in all will understand, why have we never know what the time, always wait until you have become someone else will think of the scenery that should be their own green. The Text
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Years later, when I was alone, opened the door that the memory of the red door, I still hear the melody in the ears of youth, still felt the lure of love and sweet, though still hungry, you can I have nothing to take into account not toward you, go into your mind's wishful thinking but, no, I can not, whether I like how lonely a wandering soul, whatever I can wander to the day, I will be your memory in eternity. Xi
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