The salsa and salsa

The salsa and salsa

To put it this way, after stopping heating, it's always raining... not only without feeling the beauty of springlight, but also with freezing trances... with a cotton dress in the room and with a warm baby... and always thinking that it's possible to do more before you're well enough... for the pursuit of ideals, for the love of heart... for the ideal, for the food sister doesn't have much to pursue — just hope for the life of her brother-in-law and her three meals in four seasons. {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FFFF} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FFFF} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FFFF} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FFFF} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FFFF} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FF00} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FF00} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FFFF00} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FF00} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FF00} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FF00} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FF00 {\cHFFFFFF} {\cHFFFFFF} {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH0000} {\cH00000 {\cH00FF00 {\cH00FF00 {\cH00} And it's cold and hungry. Ideas are still holding on, but love can only be pulled aside for a while... ..some of the resonance that's meant to say that the days have been so slow and cold... so, no wonder! After eating, you're trying to make it up