: …..'Suppose you wish to walk away, I would let you go, but remember one thing, never ever come back again, even in silhouette…”
Her being coming out under whitening leafs, falling down along with the mist of the past, the eyes of skinny profiles were longing for thousand years of the beautiful color flowers in spring time, even my heart just the broken dream, formed rigidly in a poem: “lets go….”
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