personal webmaster in the winter of 2006 suffered a cold.
through the spring and summer of 2007, it has remained dark.
union recession, copyright, virus, hacker, individual owners in this cold snow is still breathing.
I is half broken wood with the
gradually deep, hidden in the clothes within the
value I don’t want to explain I want to play the pressure of
your tenderness melted the ice in the
mouth speak a farewell
but spent the first snow
is your IP to separate all
my sky their dyed color
broke up after not meeting the
memory is always the petals of flowers
you have gone far, may never flash in front of my eyes