When music through the ears, I but a little miss you, think of you, once is so once let me fascinated, ever also silly to think that I can be your hands the kite
hong kong seo , you is the line, you can't let go of the hands of line, would have been holding my hand in your heart.
You should know that one of your eyes, is enough to kill my soul, because I love you, deep love you, when I love in the winter
Information Assessment , you perform the execution of that moment, all the world become pale, I hide the love into the tomb, that the tombs on the open flowers, is the soul of I love you, still, still.
No matter how much every spring? You are still my heart wipe not to memory, do you know this spring, my thoughts are spring breeze into the mountains of jagged veins
reenex , with solitary cloud, miss you.
