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  many years to cultivate a spider and a butterfly for a total of only lightly.
  always give a bright moonlit night in the cold, said silence in front of the round moon wishes, love will be perfect. I do not know really, my love life finally falling in the relentless wind. Today the moon is full, round is so clean and bright, and I already have do not want to go can not promise that can not know the desire to honor, love stories, it is my heart, whether it had ever been echoed I love, and not whether it is what kind of ending, Ye Hao wound also hurts my heart the most are the true feelings. I cherish it in the deepest corner of my heart, and occasionally ruminants, capture the most beautiful pieces, to appease their own mind about impetuous.
  night just walked in the network of the central V, midnight Fengqing shook my network, the moon is really a good light, according to my network fine, kind of a little crystal light. Wei is looking forward to network, network by a notion, in May the wind at midnight talk softly sing. Said the spider is no tears, and wrong, how could no tears spider? No tears because she did not encounter spiders love, did not experience the love can not keep the sadness. What is the drip-line, such as the thrill of little crystals on the latitude? That is my tears fall with the most unbearable pain in the moonlight mist.
  It was April evening, the air was filled with a touch of floral. V alone, looking like the Internet not far from the flower beds, since the days warm up, the flowers opening up the flower beds every day a butterfly fluttering lightly in the flowers in the flower Johnson. Occasionally, I fly to my side fan dressed in a touch of floral network, he fell into the mundane world as an angel. Dream in the swing in the wings. I am eager to approach him, or his close to me, in the wind in a dream. It was a ridiculous it? Near the spider like a butterfly, just as with joy the hearts unknowingly. And he hit me so unexpected net, then crashed into the unexpected to my heart, crashed into my eager in the days of the night. I think that is the fate God has given me, and let all the tears no longer a fantasy but a reality.
  And he was winding my net has been woven my net with a tender wound. But why he is strongly in the struggle to do? Like a fighter for freedom as strong. My home, like the leaves sway in the wind, I looked at him quietly stubborn efforts, I know that nothing but a vain. I just wait for him to calm down when a weary look at me. He struggled down the intensity gradually weaker, and that efforts to want to swing like the wings of light, such as cramps, shaking, have never seen so close to flying wings, like a beautiful angel wings, in this moment I hate my slim The eight legs, I am eager to exchange one can move the wings to fly, I hate my huge round dark colored light body can not give birth to echo his born to the colorful.
  he finally stopped struggling, perhaps he realized it was just in vain, I seem weak and thin net was poured out my boundless toughness. He looked at me and I look forward to,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but he ignored my presence, not even the slightest fear of my confusion, he only in his own quiet world, such as the meditation of the monks.
  This is my first love, his life. However, all eyes are my perfect fantasy results? Spider fell in love with a butterfly, it was a mistake,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a ridiculous it? However, I love this, I do not know love will be hurt, if he so ignore my existence. I am also in possession of ugly in a tender heart, my killing is intended merely to survive. However, he can not see my sad eyes,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he would not know the love of my heart. Maybe he never colorful world of love can not accept a spider, a spider's existence. I can not fly with him lightly, not with him in the floral garden, I can only quietly fell on my line, the night is never in my life field.
  I gently, gently approached his side. Tremor may be net from the calm in the wake of his, he instinctively raised his seeing me, eyes are deep deep despair,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a life of despair to be terminated. He quickly recovered her eyes, looked at the flower bed, a kind of deep attachment. Die like a soldier, his face can not see the life of the panic. I kind of looked at him, because he was a paradise in my heart. Fell in love with a butterfly is not my fault, but he does not love me is my eternal sadness. If it is meant to make fun of God, if that is not destined to change the fate, give up, is not destiny in the ultimate outcome?
  I wrapped my tears snapped his tie him, and snapped together with my love. He looked at me confused, waved its wings and flew. Decidedly not leave a trace. Net net I could not love me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but left subnet broken and scarred heart. I have had his eyes enough, there are no results that I can not grasp and decision. Residual net looking sway in the wind, tears in their eyes is actually a swing wing paradise.
  Tonight, the moon is really round, against the wishes of the moon really wish to achieve it? If you can, I hope, and his afterlife are butterflies, and his elegant with floral ... ...

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