Memories of hidden corners, can't bear to open. Afraid of sweet. Good changes for the sword, again and again hurt my heart.
Maybe used to be all your crops is your past.
Perhaps you've hovered between trust and mistrust. Hesitation and, finally, is not in hand, but had to let go ...
So like to hear you call my name, acoustic sound and emotion, but you have now gone without ...
100 that you want to me, makes me joy and tears, tomorrow you will miss me again?
Residual air continuous rain flower was quiet, who that most injuries of water regime.
Flowers and old season, a dream wake up, both are
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