27 octobre 2011
You from my door every day passing by
You are pure and beautiful angel a
Long hair such as a waterfall flowing in your chest Wo
You from my door every day passing by
Do not forget
See me
Your aromatic qinru my heart and spleen
Gentle eyes really gets to me
Well lose one's head
I heart not by magic
You like water eyes
According to my
You feel me
Pain and pleasure
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