The report is weariness gyeopgyeophi Folded
I love the way down the bottom of my heart is contained
I'm sorry I could not pulled out all
It hurts no more to give
Such as broken glass, sharp
Is it fear of a painful love
Closer, not so close
Viru and dry in love
Will you stumble around for lung
Stupid is not so close love
The subject is like love is still lacking
Love is a fool's ragged appearance
I do not mind the courage to
To stay around the edge of the hill and down'm getting tired of spin
Your life is most desperately needed
Danny, you touch it with tears in his eyes
The cold of winter as the last Bitterness
Against the whole body, tear
Chaos that has become a shell body says
I'm sorry I could not more
I'm sorry I can not not love you more
Can not you say it hurts more ..
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