I love you "is not very light.
For a while, keeping my eyes in my eyes, holding hands, I can not be told by dreaming - I love you.
First love, first seen, first touch
It is nothing but the many roads leading to love.
One day all the roads were mixed, if one was added, then one at one.
If someone is standing there, I love you - I love you.
No man has the power to return that love.
It is also possible, sometimes without trying, it can not be said in the face of love,
But a bird in a jittery spat with a bird inside.
Which bird is this bird? This bird is a monkey.
There is not enough air on our chest for a manpike, so much trouble
