Always think, happiness, is when I grow up, miss when the flowering, ignorant, and know when to meet even dreamed of all already far into the rare miracle. But, I still adhere to hug you, even if, that's just days of thousands of flowering. Rumors, heaven, earth day, probably I with you a year of almost to meet also just a few days that short.herve leger asymmetrical neck black dress
The small yard, that piece of orange lights blink when pushed the door open and the warm, is the god's gift, I open too early, box of colorful bloom I haven't been able to see more really understand. Ribbons untie, wish the disillusioned, who grow falls in the night and can only be equipped with the bottle, transparent glass, like you take me to the earthly, also like only allow me one of obscure way. See exploration From then on, day without you, then nobody to remember that day.
Happiness, sometimes is oneself of default, because of inherent related by blood, because you call. And I also know, my heart was you put on his chest, were you in the palm, just, wordlessly won't explain it to me. I hug you, will be happy to imagine tired months of flowering. Some scars or left, and in your place, seemingly, see not, and in fact the same as me loomed.
I rejoice with you as I can, even if you become old leaves, I also like ginkgo, but, like the embellish yellow piled up with you, I still dependent on your last that red, the world of mortals, close grow into memory. Immersion in the family in, can be accompanying rather than through injury, we don't remember that day.
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