The opera is my girlhood love again, where the operatic before, in woods pear rain longing. I like to read the stretched and touch were little sensitive bud. Pear-flower-spear plus white-ape-cudgel smiling at me in wind, give me a nod like understand me, colorful girl dream, solution I little drops of the young girl sorrow. I done in operatic song with a pear issues "pear poems:
Last night after a meteor shower is?
The morning sunshine smile
Covered with a garden pear snow.
I was in search of pear,
I'm handsome prince,
Can you ride a horse, pear
In a pear in the rain,
Will I met!! knock off coach bags
Later, apart from their hometown and left the slice of the opera. I do not know when the opera will be cut down, and opera, replaced by opposite a house. Village disappeared after the opera, the only memory or open so brilliant operatic.
At night, I again in a dream encounter that one encounter that an operatic ewha rain!!!
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