本帖最后由 902896 于 2015-4-25 01:13 编辑  
 
Where are you going , the falling leaves, you travel with the wind dancing, to the remote place nobody knowing. Remember the place you are coming, where a soul has listened to your singing, lonely but splendid, soft but enjoying The familiar fragrance is always touching. if your progress will stop here, the memory yet live forever, never will it go dying. The angel is there singing,  the fragrance is still spraying.  
 
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