I have a life, in this world, although only 20 has experienced several cold and heat, but this is not a short period of time spent in vain In any place, I see that the life of a torrent in the unrest, in the creation of his own path through the rubble Middle River Hill This torrent of instability forever, and there was a time not stopped, but it can not stop; nothing can stop it. In its way, it has launched a variety of the spray, there are love, hate, joy, but also painful Because in the past is not a silent Ezi, it will tell us something
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