What's the good of separation? Burn whatever you have about me! Each sheet of your calendar again hides something from me. Do not peer out of the window Close the curtains.
Do not see that I exist, Do not hear that I exist. The sea sings our song. The dreams we dreamt together are all incomplete.
Последнее изменение было внесено пользователем lilian canale - 11 Сентябрь 2010 17:29