My OperaWait and see
Tuesday, April 24, 2012 7:53:51 AM
It is a beautiful color.
In the end is the memory of the spring has not yet regained consciousness, or winter white has been sleeping in that distant place, I slowly and stretched out his hands, looking patch of white ...
It turned out that the patch of white is so pretty! Breathing softly, slowly looked up into the distance, overlooking the unknown sky. "Do you go?" It was a pair of bright eyes, watching me. From distant stars that touch of crystal, it is a snow, icy cold ...
In the end is the memory of the spring has not yet regained consciousness, or winter white has been sleeping in that distant place, I slowly and stretched out his hands, looking patch of white ...
It turned out that the patch of white is so pretty! Breathing softly, slowly looked up into the distance, overlooking the unknown sky. "Do you go?" It was a pair of bright eyes, watching me. From distant stars that touch of crystal, it is a snow, icy cold ...
