Hidden and dependent calm. You live in a mysterious story of friends secrets. Everything is no longer in fairy tales. Love, what we do and what we do
Should he burn ships? If we don't have a ship, we'il run. Where are the other passengers going? Except our hearts.
Torch is the movement of light into darkness. How long can we deny or hope we won't? If no one has a seat, he will seek refuge.
These health and sheltered souls pass through the passage.
How did it get to this point? Does a mother have a baby? How can a man get his hand in rage and anger? The point is, son.
The story's already closed. False love tied the gall bladder deeply. So much so that; We believe in the ranks. Love, we shouldn't. Love or disaster? Lie is not love at all Y
Many totems rest on her waist. I wish we could take care of the happy ending. Life or how we are condemned. That's why we need a branch to hold. Even if it is fragile, we have a branch or we understand it with our hands. If it breaks down, a bile sign is a lifelong feeling. And a fragile and pure cycle. We've lost our light and are moving forward. You don't need to ask any questions as to why and why. There is no single elegant bile. Even the wrong answer.
Boring and diaphoretic. How many people can hide their inner voices? Of course, they don't hear anything inside. High volume dry crowd and repetitive noise pollution.
And if we can clear our souls. We are not enough to pollute the world yet, now there is conscience pollution.