PARAJUMPERS JULIET Dame When the pace of time can not stop

PARAJUMPERS JULIET I have to admit that I am afraid. Pentium four, some caught by surprise. Time refers to the old, always want to seize the years of clothing left to point something. Many people around you say you are not old, as if younger than a few years ago. I know, not young, is to understand how to groom myself, and temperament and conversation have changed.

PARAJUMPERS JULIET JAKKE Heart is old, an old mood unknowingly formed, it is also a sad. Should not have some mentality of age. Have not taken photos for fifteen years, in addition to the necessary inch inch Canada Goose Herre Jakker two-inch photos, really never had. Is to travel abroad, a couple of foreign shot me I have also deleted. Hard to see, with me is two people, just as you see the picture now, that I am fat. In fact, weight has not changed a hundred pounds, so many years no fat too.

Do not like studio clothes, are usually worn. Volume hair is the first time, I feel pretty good, unlike straight hair as cold, more gentle. Every year after taking some photos for memory, take a look at their annual changes, really old, these can comfort the fragile heart. The mind of the cloud only cloud to know, no matter how the wind urged it to drift, still not white embrace the sky. I am mortal, just laughed, eyes a touch of loneliness. Know Ye Hao, do not understand Ye Hao, Mexico dance, write down my arrogance.

Listen to the whistling cold, it seems that frost broken window broken frost, the heart followed cold. The ink that has not yet been researched is frozen and the pen is not obediently dropped from the palm of your hand. The story has not yet opened, it was the sudden winter seal. Just a snow, silver wrapped, you can let the despair shine. Plum Aoxu may usher in the cold, if not, Canada Goose Jakke Salg then made the fire more prosperous. Cook a pot of poetry wine, warm a passing love, flick a song ancient lute. Use the years of scissors cut three Canada Goose Dame Jakke feet edge of dust, make a little jacket, embroidered inscription on the title Postscript. Red Love Song who sings, leaving the night snow fly flowers. Concerned about the horizon, looking back through the years later, listen to the loss of Zen lingering, slowly spread into the story

PARAJUMPERS JULIET Dame