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dream, a long time without your presence, I am glad. If your sweet smile again, my dream to open the door, my heart how deep affection by Nye, the pain out of rain? I only hope, nestled in a dream that cross the balcony railing, a moment of tenderness to touch it. In my dream, without you, no balcony, only as faint as gardenia, sweet and elegant flavor.

I remember the scene that night, and in your mind, whether it has already become a no, can not afford to fishing the wreck? That winter, in order not to affect the teachers the students to learn, so you taught me math on the balcony, I leaned on the railing quietly listening. Your eyes are so deep, gentle, I have deep eyes and you can read your patience, carefully. Despite the cold weather, but I did not feel the cold, the heart of the fire is burning. You know, since then, my heart is home to you. Perhaps you just breeze for the night, swept ripples can not afford your heart, and that a moment of tenderness, made me drunk so far.

I remember you said, even though your excellent grades, very beautiful in the eyes of others, but most want to get your heart is not these things. So, what you most want? I am even more so, even though my grades among the best in the whole class, but my heart is very lonely, very empty. How many times have you gazing at my relative, but difficult v. heartfelt emotion. The packet of tissue paper - pink packaging, emblazoned with You take it?

placement, and the only thing that empty feeling. This year's youth, rain mist, misty heart. Once upon a time, we have to smile, blushing; long ago, we relatively Looking back, soulful silence; Once upon a time, we feel understanding, tacit ... ... All this also turn into Homecoming. In the eyes of students, the heart have you and I, very good fit. But you always laugh, you mask the feelings that my heart, I understand. I know that you are a good student, you have your family, you have your future, you have your responsibility. Do you like me, but never say it. So, I have been alone and happiness, the lack of white you obviously love.

this year's youth, reminds me of gardenias. It was explained that the language of flowers, gardenia Gardenia conceived from the winter buds will bloom until near the summer solstice, the longer the period bud, Qingfen more long; gardenia tree leaves, but also by wind, frost, snow and rain in the green does not wither. Thus, although the bloom seems to casual, but also experienced a prolonged effort and persistence. Gardenia This growth habit may be more consistent with the florid. Is not only a place of love, flat, durable, warm, refined appearance, the implication is beautiful [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], tough, full-bodied nature of life.

my years of youth [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but not like this florid. Gardenia has no other fresh flowers and sweet, there is no love over friendship, just as immaculate gardenia petals. This seemingly sudden love, but bred for a long time, as long gardenia bud period. Although there is no love between us agreed, but others experience with mutual understanding and respect can not be that warm as plain gardenia flowers. This is a good share of modesty and purity of youth. Even if the flowering period is very short, sweet and aromatic share of elegant, but it can be sustained in a dream.

meet, this is the beginning of separation, why bitter memories of the fall itself is only in that moment of tenderness inside. This summer, I smell the gardenia fragrance [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it is so light and long, so refreshing. In the sweet memories, flowing My heart is open sea
Gardenia Gardenia open ah ah open a touch of youth to open
pure love
... ...

not your dreams, and I still feel like that innocent youth, such as gardenia, and a touch of fragrance and sweet.