Tile the beautiful eyes you have, wouldnt get me out of the stories didnt put the worlds hands in my hand, I wouldnt like your heart like your heart If it was even a drug, it would be for the wound of the story His first lover, but their hands will come to their hands. Joon and Running
Tile this time is the last time, I leave the stories from the stories I dont like to tell you, I love you for my pleasure
Tile this time is the last time, my tile I do. The beautiful you have, wouldnt get me out of the stories didnt put the worlds hands in my hand, I wouldnt like blood like my heart If it is even a drug, it would be a scourge for the story In love first, their hands will reach their hands.
