A person sitting in the room of the walls of the wall, sad with the sad song sounded in the cold air, 'When you think of who, I will think of who I will think of who, I will think of who, I will think of who, When the past, the past is now ugly, I will think of who, if I want to tear my splitter, memories, let me gain, the past makes me wolf. I will sleep, I will be better in my dreams. Maybe you have a dream so happy never wake up.
