Have at it, feel the wind that blows in front of light moisture, cool, but so cold to the bone marrow, adjusted the Coach Factory Outlet tone, referring to start out the notes, mouth slightly open, that song just floating out.Do not know when to start to cry, the finger across a bit wet strings, in the eyes of the pain now appearing in it, the song far out, but coach still hiding in the darkest corner of the pain.Now, actually you weep, the heart is not already hurt it, to meet the coach that moment, fate towards already set the track will coach was crushed.
A square scarf wiped the tears on her face, Coach Factory looked up empty before looking at an eye, but don't know who it is, "you dirty my piano."Faint sound waves, is carefree, coach did come, is affects the fiddle by over time?coach took the face scarf, head down, "coach'm sorry."The light can't hear any expression.
"Night."Is the shadow's voice, "very good, just too sad."Coach Outlet Sale seems to be moving."But, very suitable for my mood at this moment."coach wipe the tears, smiled slightly, "so, coach have to leave."Slowly rose, "coach'm sorry."Why.But without sound.coach turned back, "it is a dark night, will not be in the morning."For the coach sentence, coach think that a wise man, will understand, "the two please leave, coach would like to rest."
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