When we were young
123 a bidi ...
Inserting the hands in the shirt and saying, I have no hands ...
There was a pen, whose four ink, and we used to try to hit his four buttons together ...
If anyone was hiding behind the door, I would start to wonder if he was late, I would have been outraged.
I wonder where I'm going, with the moon and me ...
I would have worried if we ate fruit granules, the tree would be in the stomach ...
I ran into the house, then forgot what I needed to remember ... after coming out of the house ...
Childhood is the golden time. I want to back to the childhood.i wish if i were a child again..its my own life thought to be a child again.time goes, our life also goes.
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