I will start writing next things are unfinished, like a memory from the past flows spilling in every moment that I have. I do not take ink, pen, paper or any other minimum conditions to rewrite it, what has come over me, what did they return the trace up each finger, each footprint, ever sweeter or distressed, ever smile or tears silently then.
I'll rewrite it, by what was over, not a violent gío accidentally. Our people know how to leave it behind, and never turn your head look the look. For that reason, I will continue to write about it, what really do I have ever come across, although only few moments here. No one can deny that: a cord how to connect all these things actually exist right here, in this foot, or of all the people. Probably, of course, I have seen what just went through me. It's entirely colorful enough despite being ash covered dimmed slightly. Didn't matter. I still cherish that kept, though sometimes it's hurting me.
I have seen what goes through me, is like that? People keep nostalgic ideas and hope to be looking at these old ancient, despite knowing that she needs direct eye contact on the front of the line to retrieve a.
I have seen what goes through me chorus know ever stop talking like a kind of haunting vocal and already I am each day, each hour, each minute, each second. Just, you know, I've seen what goes through me, on a rainy night when the cold last season left on the pavement and I was standing over the demon as between crowded street crossing.
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