But a pure misunderstanding is the most perfect date to find time to find a place to love anyone who is a pure mistake. It is like a plastic rose too beautiful too much. I can blame, who I thought you love the leather shoes, I didn't expect it. Yellow had to say that I am sorry, I thought I had a smile, I didn't expect to be your blame. I can't disappear. It is not a clear air. It has changed the sky. The truth is no longer really because it will not be awake. I thought that my love is my road. The road is long. I didn't expect it to be short enough. I love you, I thought that I had a memory. I didn't expect it to be your blame. I can't remember the cigarette is not a fragrant white wine is not The white world has changed the truth. It is no longer true because it will not be clear, I will not be awake, I am mine.
