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Wysłany: Czw 6:25, 24 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Burial that does not belong to my memories. |
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text / away tears. [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
forever and ever tears used to companionship with the night. A night for tears sleepless nights I like the kind of loneliness.
it bloom again left the city but also a landscape of the encounter. Like a person aimlessly wandering in the street there is no place to go not to do things quietly enjoy the city atmosphere.
Breit Yula Allure wet heart full of tears of blood. Rain angels tears dripping heart halo opened a bud take heart wanton growth. This world gives me so much frustration I think a person is not interrupted quietly looking at your world it adds a little color. That rainy night gives me too many memories that just cracked again wound healing pain has been numb. Comfort themselves or their own everything will be OK. In fact this does not belong to me.
If death must be separated from you and me then I would cry in the far side of your name until you hear you can come back. Aspire Bana in full bloom if I meet everything is meant to be.
Who's who met who and who of who's who who who forgot who who who who read. Who's Who Who.
similar to the other side who is waiting for whom and who look after who is parting thoughts
who meet who fell in love who are away from and who spend.
fact anyone who does not matter who is or it is better forgotten. I'm still the same
fragile eyes not stop the tears unscrupulous fall I really was waiting for something.
spring you are the world I hurried to the arrival of what is left left and only negligible traces of it. Jealously guarding empty how long I can support. No matter How many I am still the same silly standing still waiting for that familiar memories quietly waiting for your return.
always have far more painful heartache. Forget that it was forgotten or remember ah [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
world I see through the number I know how much. All are false I still kind of sinking.
dust to dust earth return to the earth everything just because I'm fit. Half wasted I wasted a time of even regret it can not go back. Experience more and no part of my memories.
fleeting cherry blossoms scattered buried in that place I have my thoughts memories are no longer belongs to me everything with the wind. Gradually gradually a journeyman.
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