I don’t remember, know about you how tender and how beautiful
I erased the image forever, there is nothing left to know, I don’t want to whom now you give your smile, with whom you will find happiness next to
whenever we were together, our cherished dreams would come true, now there is nothing left, a white sheet of emptiness around, see, and used to it, tolerate it
these eyes of the depths of the ocean of beauty in the spring that the rose bloomed with an intoxicating aroma, and the thorns (your character) will not allow to come closer
I don t remember, know about you
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