The most beautiful 520 is to grow old with you.
You are so unique.
幸运星彩票Say to you,
How much I love you,
What a wonderful thing it is。
It looks like cool tomatoes in early summer.
I say loudly and many times that I love you.
The 14 of every year is our holiday.
But I never said I love them。
Our tradition is implicit.
幸运星彩票They never spoke to them all their lives。
Those three words.
A poem of a paragraph caused many resonance and tears.
It may be regrettable and reluctant.
There may be nothing to do.
Perhaps because of unfulfilled wishes。
Maybe it's because there may be opportunities.
A poem recite "I'll accompany you to grow old" at the scene of the mission。
The melody is plaintive。
Parents and children are a practice of parting.
We deny death.
No words, no questions, no questions.
Time will still expose everything.
They will grow old.
They will die.
At that time our youth did not believe that the sun had white head.
They have no leisure for their livelihood.
At this time, we are rushing around for the future。
They are old and old in the four eyes of the old house.
Under the strong appearance,
Deep regret and mother's regret.
Before she knew her mother,
Mom is getting old.
I hope to make my own efforts.
If there comes a day when…,
There is high technology.
Is it possible for mom to recover?
She has her own experience.
I hope you can spend more time with your parents.
I hope that the parents of the power bearing family are healthy and healthy。