They are used to call you
They used to run over.
Then call you,
Lala.
Although I don't like many people,
But how much is it?
Because Lara, you can't love you like children.
But what day is you?
It's morning, I have been waiting for you to wake me up.
But I am late.
I don't care, I don't care, but you are gone.
They all have forgotten it, may also think that I don't care, not just only if you have left it.
Not only you have left,
You all like it on the balcony, my balcony
I deliberately say that it is my balcony.
You are on my feet, thinking about falling asleep in the sun.
I used to have a hawk, huh, it's not like you. I will catch a hide and hide, it let me know that it has been on my balcony, suicide on the balcony.
I don't remember where I bury it, maybe it is still directly trash.
It doesn't have any funeral, and you still have the knots I gave you on your neck, which is my most annoying, and now I like red.
I know that color is not worthy of you, but I still insisted.
Sorry, there is no sunlight, it has been raining in the morning.
And I don't stop thinking,
what are you doing.
