On this foggy morning I think ...
I leave a humming longing in a brood
Hope gray can convey a message of feeling that never gets through
this is the fate of longing that just stop and then pure love and that never rolling
the taste is always there ... wherever and in the smallest place
sometimes i like to lock myself up uninterrupted
but the taste came from between the doors and forced me to feel it ...
So now I can only pretend not to feel, dismissing all the madness above all smiles
when the taste starts to fade ...
miss ruin it! start again kucium aroma miss ...
provoking the flavor remained the last seconds of the smile engraved on his lips
right in front of me I can not kutepis
Please, I just want to love you so simple ..