This winter, but distant feelings like falling snow that was blocked in a song, dancing, dancing, waiting for a lovelook eyes get missing pair of gloss.
Leaning January sunshine remembers huashi naphthalin meat out of the window of the past, old Moonlight package wearing much of that time, lost in the warmth of the wind. In a season where I began to quietly wrote a number of happy days, full, happy making love in the heart of the full effect of Kam and this Lonelyness that s. The a restless voice like a touch of sadness midnight splashed in the eyes of my wet.
There was a time, my heart along the edges of the distance searching for something to placate their emotional gap. Then I found this looking for maybe will never find the answer, like the phantom ourselves in the hands of two life time slowly flowing.
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