What is important, is your smile.
Nothing else matters in admist of snowfall you standing for a while…
If you happy nothing else matters
Whatever if my dream shatters…
The noise of busy thought
The literature of what we tend to cook…
when our thoughts don't have grammar why the language has...
let me speak through feelings with tabs…
your feelings were so true.
All the music still strumming like a morning dew…
The gravity of my love will always be there
Whatever flight you take anywhere…
The noise of busy thought
The literature of what we tend to cook…
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