Of this time we are known not quite cherish oneself. Without acceptance and future, end so, when beginning without there’s still time. I no longer look for she disturbs she, hope to see her joy only. The Tian Gaoyun outside looking at a window is weak, the flyer of accidental brush, I smile lightly. That is in autumn day, this paragraph of amour follows wind and go to turn fromJin Yang netYang Cheng evening paper “.