• quiet



    Only the piano with I stand here
    Dream belong to our wedding
    Has become a single wedding march
    In the love of wrestling the tug of war
    Love I love you anyway you choose yourself
    Oh oh oh
    Peevish lovely sticky people love cry
    Once in the photos are you like
    Now I still in situ but you go back to your memory

    You say I love you too much is going to take you away
    You fear happiness short one second to fall
    Separate is one kind of extrication give you good thought
    I want the sky if you can give me




    Dream Field 2012-10-03