|Butterfly, by George Chow|
Butterfly love, of Romeo and Juliet. But one fly away the other die and gone. Yet the truth is if the flowers were satisfied mankind's pure heart. And then all flowers are splendid. Then the two butterfly will always shine into the lights.
|Posted: 2015-06-25 04:51:15 UTC|
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