No matter if you drive the life with great care, Chances of making mistakes are always there. Her presence was required for guidance of all pleasures, Her sweet memories are our immeasurable treasures. Now theres nobody to talk, None to accompany for walks. Neither you can retrieve the past life, Nor the lost life. Like a luminous fire on the land Wet were the eyes and, nome in hands. Wouldnt have liked you if you were somewhere Have liked it more if you were here. If you really wanted to hear, Look at my heart up here. Was once born a simple one, But had dreams about a special one :)
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 11:15:46 +0000