Once there was a man, he had a white rose and a number of red rose, then? Not later. .
It is said that on a woman's memoirs, people usually only care about three things: her best look, once loved the man and have the number of shoes. Perhaps the most beautiful face has gone, the men may have loved to leave, only shoes and accompany women through life's every step.
Beautiful shoes of the enemy is not bloated body, but rather bad mood.
Amoy clothes, she said the right of every woman and instincts. Occasionally, the same as marriage I went to market Amoy with clothes, but never wear. In her own words, stool passage of time feel on this occasion should have special clothing.
Women always think they last more beautiful, it is in youth is a little every day.
Finally wait until they finish at, I think cemented pieces of calf's blood has been like, every step of Norway are Zhuixin pain in the soles of the feet. Mermaid tail with beautiful legs walking into the pain, probably much better than it. I almost broke while carefully rubbing the soles of the feet and think, she is so willing, mind may only be retained, step closer to the hearts of lovers of ecstasy. Those high heels fanatical woman, What is it that support their side endured the pain side of foot Zhuixin to smile for? Is love? At least, there is always love, look forward to it.
"High heels is a woman to lure a man willing to put on the yoke." He looked at me sitting on the sofa. A bit condescending, maybe I sensitive, "and flat shoes are the best thoughtful men against women."
We are all destined to walk with each other when passing twilight, hastily made a face to face, no time greeting, no time to say goodbye, a wave came, and then submerged in the sea of people.
I curl up in bed, soft thick blanket at the moment the hypocrisy of the situation than if I feel at ease.
Women in Love the mood is really faster than the cancer cell fission.
Three love, doomed to bear patiently with one more.
Ate a normal dinner meal taste of tears. And Lin moment with which it is not hidden a lot of tears. Every meeting is like the last date, every goodbye is like a goodbye. Can not afford a more gentle and never have a pile of the castle collapsed. I really do not know which moment, it all gone. Have not seen.
High rise buildings, I could not see the moon, perhaps, is the thick clouds blocking her. This time I just want anyone who can walk like I picked up, no matter who it is.
A deeper love, destined to be weak. Break off the relationship, but also attract the attention of the other side, thought to be retention. Relying on that moment of tenderness, it can endure a lot of loneliness.

