I feel the changing season
will see my promise broken.
Even if I reach out with my hands,
my heart will stay distant.
will see my promise broken.
Even if I reach out with my hands,
my heart will stay distant.
In the changing season,
the one precious to me
looked back toward me with those eyes,
sighing softly.
the one precious to me
looked back toward me with those eyes,
sighing softly.
1 comentario:
hola amorcito, tu blog si prospera pero el mio no :(
espero que te guste mi firmita
a ffs po reverse jejejeeje
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