[廚] Everyday, I imagine a future where I can be with you In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you The ink flows down into a dark puddle Just move you hand - write the way into his heart! But in this world of infinite choices What will it take just to find that special day?
Everyday, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move you hand - write the way into his heart!
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?