If you ever come to my town, pass through the streets where I walked. Breathe the air that caressed my lips. Talk to people who mean something in my life. Looking for me in the park where our youthful days asleep. Remember the secret kiss and unfulfilled promises.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
If you ever come to my town, pass through the streets where I walked. Breathe the air that caressed my lips. Talk to people who mean something in my life. Looking for me in the park where our youthful days asleep. Remember the secret kiss and unfulfilled promises.
