Outside, the sky still open waiting for the wind and the waves blowing through time, back onto the river of indignity.
When the pace of life is the characteristic of the distance, constant.
The tone of the music is always involved in the constant silent feature.
For some time, it still reminds us in the old days and love each other in those days.
You have installed beside me.
You could hear the beating of my heart warm.
Like a row of fresh coconut.
The hair danced to the wind.
We listened to the waves all night.
That bent against the shore like pieces of music without name.
Trust, love, feel the sacred resonance and recall the deep spirit feelings.
The eyes of the bridge are born side by side.
In the anxiety space.
I read in your eyes the happy poem.
And the fresh air, clear and unobstructed.
Thousands of stars.
And in my eyes, I felt the heat of passion.
There is still the bridge standing rhythm.
From the direction of the sun.
The assault on the body.
I heard every step becomes pace in March.
When the pace of life.
The distance remains constant feature.
The tone of the music is always involved in the constant silent feature.
For a moment, my Dear.
Participate in the rhythm of the bridges for people, our love will not be sunk by storms.
Not tomorrow, forever or later. The sun shines on us.
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