memory is a plush cashmere scarf, we have enough for heating.
BH, I will if you do, good life, you forget that! ! ! Really, you have to be happy, well-being, ah, I panic Buwang only from the ... ah ...
(a)
When the sound into warm memories, I think I will think of you with a smile.
no longer as sad and you want to, not because of sadness and grief, not as sad and crying. I want you to think about smiling. Put on the memory of your pieces, together with the impression to the look of your face. Even if it is finally delivered, I will be happy. Because in the process, I raised the bottom of my heart and your kind words. Rong Rong, such as a warm scarf, help me to resist the invasion of cold weather.
When the sound into warm memories, I do not think I would like to thank you with a smile.
thank you, thank brought about by the emergence of this pleasant surprise, thanks to these surprises in my life of a beautiful bloom. With Thanksgiving on the case of heart over and over again to your memory. Let their hearts once again sounded the warmth of your voice.
When the sound into warm memories, I think I will forget you with a smile.
because by that time, all of you on I have become a part of the body, Rong Jin, my flesh and blood. Happy because of the increasingly warm fuzzy, warm, sad because it gradually disappeared. All of you on the precipitation into a tiny mole, I appear on the tip of brow. In the face of the mirror when I have to remind me: I have met you, acquaintance, friend ... ... but erased those circumstances in your name and appearance. Let me only in the bottom of my heart to hear you gentle voice.
When the sound into warm memories of the warmth of your memory.
(b)
When the sound into warm memories / A A / bloom in the hearts / memory of the flower / bit by bit / back / You look when they talk to the lonely / I do not believe in / on this and you miss / forget that perhaps is the best Select / you can not love / on leave earlier / location of the free / to let other people give you the warmth of the sun / If the voice of desertification can be a seed / it / will not be in your heart out on my memory flowers / If you can be / When the sound into warm memories / you / dear / Do not forget to tell me