Love is like fire that burns the candle, when the arrow hit a man in love is so dilute it and everything is melting, and there is no hymn poet, no longer the word insult, no oath, no more courteous language, no longer polite to talk, no more everything ...... ..... the left is a glass, a piece of glass is scattered with sin, which is studded with. piece of liver injury, was injured by a thousand regrets that no means .. a thousand regrets that there is no end, no anything......
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