Winter ... and yes it's
ladies respective contracts. Remember
the winter ... practically faint
cry, hug pillow. I kept waiting for my brother who is Na winter next year. Is to ask them to wait, he holds a bouquet of rice grains. Like waiting for the wind to deceive my heart to a month to remind the star. For months, I worried that my hair sweetie. Cold wind cut like a scythe waiting ears of star-strewn sky, the rice paddies. Also holds a bouquet of green younger brother as well. The quarter saw a month like a sickle always on my mind to leave a month to remind the star. For months, I worried that my hair sweetie. Cold wind cut like a scythe waiting ears of star-strewn sky, the rice paddies. Also holds a bouquet of green younger brother as well. The crescent moon month wait on me like a sickle.
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