Who should I's around alone have to worry about

A song from the song, flying in the worldly red dust, when ground red, I's life is gently lit idea, all the way, continued all the way in case of injury, laughing after the tears turned to emptiness, worry-free, worry-free, present and future generations of this life is SWTOR Credits in the heart of why road gentle? Not, no longer feel subtle Acacia, plumes of melancholy.

Who should I's around alone have to worry about? Airflow in life? Willow catkin flying world, diffuse not helpless figure, trees have always worked one night, through the barren life, plant life expectation, Red Dust road, so many thorns, afraid to walk on.

Melodious days journey, how many unforeseen errors, mixed with joy and hard, and go all the way to break all the way, don't ask a day, how much blue; don't ask, what is the width. Baptism is always finger FLICK, don't Scrub typhus, dark heart, unknown lazy, you can, cover up with a smile I alone.

Linden, lime flower, Bodhi in front of Zen, if slightly entangled? Know the world die young, sitting all day long empty cicada, flourishing in the heart of how pretty? Worry-perhaps, maybe, or happy or sad, which walked all the way to happiness, happiness, also may understand smiles in dreams, such as export.