If I still remember you?
The mailbox has a beautiful postcard, the green mountain foot, the cigarette but I am surprised, but the back you are familiar with the word has been separated for many years. The joke you leave is that the dust is stacked into the tower. You I opened it before the mailbox, I was still waiting for you to wait for you to come to you, if I still remember that you die, you have to be a hypnotic instruction, I started to come again, I still remember it. Your vows, don't forget, just a postcard, I have already walked into the next round, lost in my blurred air, I am looking for a line of life.
