32|Memory
Your memory is so strong, it burns my eyes;
Both sweet and sour at the same time.
Oh, why? I ask myself as a cold feeling grips my spine;
I tell myself not to think about it,
I tell myself to forget about it,
But then there is a big if of the time we spent together,
And that counts the fact that we were inseparable.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro