Early winter breeze blowing desolately dead leaves on the trees swaying alone in a desolate evening breeze, a burst of the Qifeng blowing feeling cold, blowing through the heart Fake Hermes Belts, to cool the body. This is what I? As if doom, despair at …

Passage of time, life is a dream. Gently tear off the dust of yesterday, dipped in the blood of the Passion, quietly grazing in the depths of the soul group of the text, such as the fingertips of the wind gently blowing over the hearts of comfortable. - …