To you who ever existed...
In fact I never joke about the taste, even if repeatedly called crazy. That's how...
I'm just trying not to get bombarded with questions... And being disappointed, for not even trying.
Admire you like a persistent opium. Also always hunt down even when the taste with you is no longer so opium, it still has to be like you...
Feeling you in silence, a lot of things that apply... Knew everything about you just from the wind. Not the least I enjoy the eye twinkle. Only a naive script that fondle ...
Now you are no longer like the old...
No longer alone and innocent...
There has been a faithful waiting despite the rain on Sunday night.
I still like days ago, tasted all about you that no longer apply...
In short, I miss...