wangcuilan
- wangcuilan: Faint thunder hazes the sky, but I hope the wind and rain can keep you here; Faint thunder, cloudy s
- I am a: 64 yr-old woman seeking men, 59-99
- Location: wuhan, Hubei, China
- Last Online: Apr 30
About Me (click to expand)
- Height: 5' 7" (170 cm)
- Body Type: Average
- Hair Color: Black
- Eye Color: Black
- Ethnicity: Asian
- Religion: Non-religious
- Education: High School
- Occupation: Retired
- Faint thunder hazes the sky, but I hope the wind and rain can keep you here; Faint thunder, cloudy sky, even if there is no rain, I will stay here. I like rainy days, because it is the taste of the sky. Everything around is covered with a layer
- Income: Less than $25,000
- Smokes: Never
- Drinks: Never
- Marital Status: Divorced
- Has Kids: Yes, they are over 18
- Wants Kids: Not Sure
- Looking for: Marriage
- Zodiac Sign: Virgo
My own Words (click to expand)
More About Me
Faint thunder hazes the sky, but I hope the wind and rain can keep you here;Faint thunder, cloudy sky, even if there is no rain, I will stay here.
I like rainy days, because it is the taste of the sky. Everything around is covered with a layer of quiet and gentle mist. The mute button has been forcibly pressed on busy streets; The rain on the car window reflected colorful lights. Sitting in the carriage silently reading the countdown traffic lights, listening to the distant indistinct thunder. I wonder, will you wait for me at the next stop?
An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. I'm sure you'll bump into me somewhere in the future.
More About My Match
Faint thunder hazes the sky, but I hope the wind and rain can keep you here;Faint thunder, cloudy sky, even if there is no rain, I will stay here.
I like rainy days, because it is the taste of the sky. Everything around is covered with a layer of quiet and gentle mist. The mute button has been forcibly pressed on busy streets; The rain on the car window reflected colorful lights. Sitting in the carriage silently reading the countdown traffic lights, listening to the distant indistinct thunder. I wonder, will you wait for me at the next stop?
An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. I'm sure you'll bump into me somewhere in the future.