A young dreamer was reborn.
Full of dreams and ambitions
flowed again in his blood,
through his veins;
to his soul.
The warmth, excitement, and macédoine of joy and eagerness to succeed
has eliminated all these bad spirits
that lingered so long;
on his earthly frame.
Oh God, how can he stop this bad habits of his,
If these are the only reason why he lives?
Are there any alternatives
Of this pig fats, pork chops, milk teas?
Help him to live a healthy life 'cause
It'll be hard for him.
I promise.
Hey, young dreamer. Chase your dreams. Make a history. Make it happen. Promise me?
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
A young dreamer was reborn.
Full of dreams and ambitions
flowed again in his blood,
through his veins;
to his soul.
The warmth, excitement, and macédoine of joy and eagerness to succeed
has eliminated all these bad spirits
that lingered so long;
on his earthly frame.
Oh God, how can he stop this bad habits of his,
If these are the only reason why he lives?
Are there any alternatives
Of this pig fats, pork chops, milk teas?
Help him to live a healthy life 'cause
It'll be hard for him.
I promise.
Hey, young dreamer. Chase your dreams. Make a history. Make it happen. Promise me?
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