The wind, the tears fall. Gently wipe, but falls, then wipe, fall again ... ... To laugh, to pull the corners of the mouth, but into cry,.,., after all, this is such a persistent, and what, in the end to catch what, knowing that this is like that, then have the answers. The path, so lonely, just like her. The wind, rolled Montreal leaves. To walk, is a lonely figure, conveniently pinch fluttering leaves, smell, or as before, like fragrance, only, but not in the two person. Hate? Complain? Sure. There, staring at the stars, where it is the end-result. Tonight, night, hurt, especially. The big red car to carry this is her wedding, in her body, red skull should cover is her unique confidante. The IP voice message should say to her ah, ah, this book was her, is her.
Hum, that once the ditty, slow dancing. The graceful figure, in the moonlight, the only beauty, with lush leaves, so free and easy. To see a star falls also have hidden in the dark, after the clouds, quietly tears, through the clouds, fall in this land. Fall, the torso thumped on solid ground, the rain had stopped, the wind stops, everything is calm, but ignored the rain leaves, falling slowly, a piece falls on her feet, hands, body, face, a piece of, fall under the. One point one, the rain fall down, drop in her face, more and more.
Eyes gradually lost, and back to the past. Is that you, lad, you came to annatto watering,, daily, all this, carefully watering, as I brushed the debris, touch my body, so, good, good, I hope, will do, if, can, really hope not this world, I hope you like well, then, enough is enough, enough is enough, do not expect more, really did not expect.