Every time has love. And for every love of time. We were convinced of the look and dream about the kiss and the day, there is no kiss, a look, no hope for that! There was a young girl, a sweet, sweet, and she was far from the eye and the hand, but she settled in the hope and illusion of the heart and was able to devour everything in my life as if it was the stick It was what is being and what will be. The heart was hidden in the light of the mind, and the arrows of the mind were implemented, so it eliminated warmth, delusion, imagination, twilight and dusk.
