that I feel like this
with you
because that is all supposed to be passed
yet I can’t help it:
when you laugh and you smile
and you dance and you talk.
sorry mo chara, I know I am foolish,
but for these nights, I can’t help
but hope each one won’t be the last
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
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