Framed by pretty sunset
Mixed with sea scent
Sweet aroma that's being carried by the wind
As I walk through the path behind your well defined back
That's the last thing I want to remember of you
My beloved
My one
My only
My forever
Now our story remain only as an old memory
It's all because those cursed words you keep saying to me
Skibidi dob...... 1 reply
did talking on walkie talkie
