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chapter 93 fairy tale oppelia ringtone her" Ming"

quickly go home and bring the star that will accompany my night accompanied by a rain of waiting itself that stops in the colorful variety of flower gardens at heart

FAIRY TALE OPPELIA RINGTONE HER" Ming"

a not so bright day in the nuances of the morning when the cloudy mesrah evokes memories that float coloured kites only one firmness only one goal only one hope only one speech that divides in the room of him all changed without understanding

but when the night patterns in my colors are only one nuance one sense one story and one light that divides the room from him even though I am small does not mean in your room but I am able to make a room from him if you stop in my room so wide that you are able to float in the arms of love from the Hudus the story of me is meaningless in the scope of your window of daylight and seduce the delusion to shackle the variety of stories from you what happened I can understand and I can understand in my room

now I am here only to lead you to the soul-cooling dew savior in his thirst for contentment and you do not want to know how, but trust me my room space that passes around the crown of wisdom to your long hair in the authority that radiates in every solitude and voidness

hatred of Him is but a beautiful jumping bridge if you look at it from the window in the room from me

never run from your life that takes you flying across wishful thinking and hope

because I'll be by your side in that space if you believe and stop by her magical ornament

show your color side give the limit of the color you are aware of the pattern you strengthen the color without knowing the pattern and the boundaries that make it unclear who you will be the color of the rainbow in the sense of a name

erase your behavior erase your tone with your little finger gestures because we come back believing the colors in the rainbow from a name

don't let him come again don't let him come again don't let him accompany

the color and fragrance of a beautiful flower with a thorny sweetener that tortures to fruition is just a poison that without an antidote is only for you

o you friends dare you pass through the hallways and the black labyrinth that brings you back

a quiet soul with the cool dew of the soul cools the thirst for contentment

he "Erta" always gave his act with me envy in the rainbow's colorful magic in the sense of a name

I know you're sick I know you're sad I know you're confused I know you're missing every night of your night

inevitable until the dam of romance pojangga new until here waiting for rain waiting in the room that always awaits you

even though I don't want to hurt you for believing in me

***a long time passed by which now rests in my memory the sorrow and anguish that have gone far away leave that space but you go and disappear and I noble seek write it beautifully in that diary

have you ever understood how much trust means to reach the city in the room in the practice of him black line with a labyrinth so very thick that makes the movement and pattern without you understanding the presence

in a time so glare in the shade of the Queen in front of her that so towering a pillar of ERTA that always make crown powder' the King to loyalty is more valuable than others without chaos in the shade of the Queen who looks to live so very happy somehow the place is so highly respected and appreciated because of a place / the ancient temple was in harmony with the breath of trust and loyalty until one day a slight sense of indecision was created from them humans.

it looks like two teenagers are in a breeze of romance that is so very romantic will be joked laughter as well as stories in waves of taste they tie the promise in the dam of romance that is so sturdy and very strong in the face of their trials complain of affection until the moment it arrives

you're going far away from that city

remember your laugh in my memory

the glare is written beautifully in the book

until you go with her "

it is seen that a teenager longs in the breath of trust from every moment of waiting and continues to wait in faithfulness in the place of a temple that he so revered and cherished that imprint in the memory of a city of memories that whoever enters in the room of the story of a beautiful time but the sense is stalled and disconnected only because of the taste in that sense when he emphasizes his heart to go away to leave him until the room of the homesickness of the increasingly teenagers the day grew thicker and deeper until one day saw a small light in a night so charming that the teenager followed his passion and instincts that made the story in the room of a city of memories created .

remember again when the teenager longs to wait for his lover who left because of the taste that told him to change his past but very long until only alone he planted a breath of trust and loyalty in the city of memories .as if the pain he felt without anyone knowing his entangled already in the thorn in his sweet but the flower still fragrant at any time to make a strong imprint in the city of memories in the room which was created and again and again he languished because of the glare that had been written beautifully in his diary he always smiled and laughed just reading his memories are written beautifully but now days and days the passions of trust and loyalty he kept in the ancient temple now followed his instincts due to blackened desires but the teenager was now black heart and blood and eyes when what happened made him the real arrival of his lover who he waited in the room to make the city of memory is now destroyed and collapsed already when the promise in mind in the dam of romance overflow and flood the city of memory " the beautiful times written in my diary of the past remembered the story that used to go "he said (teenager) but when his lover said his answer that made him crumble in memory " remembering the time that had been glared with her to live in the city "to the tears in the breath of trust "remembered a time that had glare written beautifully in my diary you went with her" his word (teenager) but his lover lost and went far in loyalty and believed in the taste to blacken and so very strong suffering that ensnare teenagers

silence and voidness in a place he cherishes and respects sweeps away the taste until a small light leads him to accompany in grief and solace until***now again hoping for the love that you have hurt sorry for not accepting it used to be no use regretting it again I cry sad "NOW YOU AGAIN HOPE MY LOVE IS HURT" do not lie, I love sincere and holy HE "ERTA" always said about him to you but now all real you never suspect him you love now has turned his face

your mother who always misses

her long hair gave the crown of the king

dust powder from him was real and wise

you who feel love expect its love

honey powder granules dew soul always adore

now the finger moves following the promise

in the shadows imagine a duo as beautiful as the rainbow Tumang

the sense of loss sprouts colorful grief lara

I'm sorry it's a homesick room that's off-limits to her" Sira"

fused expects you back from being alienated by his love

until the smile from you Erta adores two beautiful hearts longing

and it seems that the teenager is now again expecting the love that you have hurt, but she is the little light that always leads her to accompany her in her grief, the little light that always understands the taste that has been glared , disillusioned, loyal and trusting that languishes him "Ming" the firefly in the fairy tale book character oppelia ringtone

who was able to make the city room a city of memories that follow his passion and instinct