Friday, 1 June 2012 @ 22:06 | 0 Comment [s]The mornig dew of dusk spreads the scent of smoke
seconds by seconds i counted is this the moment i go
oh God i love her or him give me life
ever i will her or him punish me when (it) happens
i am not easy, to love
i am not easy to confess," I LOVE "