its my outpouring of the heart

I mean,I dont believe the sorrow of god,can U smile for me?

I sigh deeply because of my poor love at the horoscope and predict what our poor love will be.

I realy want to meet you the next lif again,I hope the wind blows

and its like U're smile,Im sending you the flower language of bougenviella,oh I feel so anxious

I wrote the lyric poetry for you in the windly days afternoon.

I mean I couldnt meet U in that place at that time what would our future be?

I read the never ending story for you,,,

you pretend to be strong,but accually you're a crybaby poseidon is running on the wide sea with his cobalt clor memories....