When lonely fiber've soul sad, romantic old chi put you hurt, splashing earth time wounds left faded and fallen IP Networking. Body in this rang in the world of mortals, it is hard to be a eternal love hand in hand. Ursa major, the Buddha body golden light flashing, vigorous powerful  seventy days. "Amitabha, before the temple is a lily, you have to Buddha incense, is infatuated with the world, you, can sin?" .

Lily peculiar ringing voice with cry out: "the convict disciple, the disciple would like to use one thousand practice in hair, hand in hand with him I looked at the Buddha mercy".

His eye closure sits, text flow with his soft lips Nespresso Capsules. More reading, the heart is more random. Buddha and love together, can't tell each other, what is the mess, or discomposure?

Majestic voice rang again: "you this lifetime want to experience the whitehead with lily?" .

He looked in the hands of a lookout wooden fish "I don't want to." Simple three words, is his will.

Lily all looked at him. That year, he is the ancient Buddha beside the boy, that was the year before her as a temple one lily, that one day the meng meng rain, he came to tell lily, she all listen to his everything Nespresso. Since then, every rainy day, he complained. Her, to listen to.