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Last year, we smile to bless in the story, for there is that let you "secret weapon" tears "".

Today this year, we again use the true heart of the most sincere blessings to you say: happy birthdaywaterproof iphone case!

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The vast sea of humanity, streamer fly, how many strangers become friends. For four years, by far the most reluctant or we walked all the way, fell in the recollection of laughter, dotted along the landscape, are dotted with memory. We drink tea, the words in the world of fantasy, brewing, poetic reverie in outline, and see the peach blossoms in early stamen green Liu Chengyin, to the banana flowers bloom, wonderful feelings in the text in the light like water, it is an unforgettable time.

I can go all the way, a road to pick flowers in spring, summer rain shower, as autumn sunshine, enjoy the winter snow, collected deciduous sigh, sipping sweet dew, greeting the dawn joy, longing for the cloud from clear, brilliant Yamahana the fallen petals lie in profusion., we use the frail life to understand that have been circulating the ancient remains bleak melancholy poetry...... Like this feeling, beautiful and pure such.

Now, how many songs are left in the dust, how many familiar name has disappeared for a long time, people not from the bottom of my heart is full of the lost. Only in a quiet night, a rain night occasionally think of, a fuzzy line of sight, dream is still vaguely visible once beautiful shadow and gone with the wind. In the future every time when I look back, the sea changed Kuwata, mortal past still can see the dazzling beauty, smell dissemination in the past light incense.