You can with the rhythm of the song, across the jungle, over mountains, Qun swim in the mountains, plain, the boundless sky, and even wrapped tightly with you of the atmosphere. The wave after wave of melody with MengYing blurred, like the tragic when the wind poetry, sending out attractive fragrance, taking you through the hubbub, give you busy fly light.
The boundless there is my love
"The flowers are open. Feet lies
The curved river from heaven
The full flow a sea
You are my heart the most beautiful clouds
Let me try you to stay
Let love gone all the dust
Is the whole sky most beautiful posture
With the legendary song, carrying the sadness of layers to recede, quit the heavy XinMu. Tight to see life and atrial couldn't find the lonely export to put. Over the headset wiggle their feelings of the voice, I and together they, in the sounds of nature sort of music from a shout, inspire me busy life of that lost, the desire to find yourself together and moved.
When the rain and life by, big or small, to his mind is a kind of test. I need to borrow from a single firm grounding their heart, let the time's dust in the sour, stand in a kind of strong changeless attitude, listen to their future in the trackless time collect the power of the ChongRuBuJing.
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