Here we are again
--Dancing... in the same tune.
Without knowing,
--Our steps will change soon.
Each steps...
Each touch-- your caress.
Will soon be perish--
In the end--
Our dance will end its process.
Jr.
Poetry of Dreams
To Our Beloved
You came so little, Yet you became a big part of us. With your every little steps, You brought us the largest footprints to our hearts. Yo...
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