The ship's last journey has brought us to depart Memories of a childhood school grounds pristine white shirt. It has old roots goods themselves in the sun, foliage murmur softly, tell me the story of Memories Kingdom sunny. The morning of the same color to the air in pristine white shirt with purple strange beautiful mausoleum. Daylight always sweat rolling down my cheeks someone other than the clumsy wild. Lonely walk in the sunshine, memories filled with crispy laughter of school age, the color purple ink smearing wet flow ancient pen strokes. White long dress zippy memories of sunny courtyard makes the ring back in the same song sound great customer ve red air inside corner of the playground.
Who brought us the blundering of a childhood remembered the grief, remembrance, memories and plenty of old-school arcade save attachment. Sun kissed lips, skin glides through hair tangled, dry the tears of anger of school age. Past chair cover-school age as a witness to the sun gleaming shelves, double-stranded blackboard with the words reminding teachers engraved on the heart.
Place of origin calluses old phoenix portrayed awkward innocence of a wild youth, love words melted into the wind to the leaves softly murmuring bring about feelings ancient ...
Overstated the sorrows of the day to school, exchanged rush of tamarind, alligator, frog guava days of young, carefree smile echoed over the place. Sit back here like to see the familiar white dress and gentle smile and foot tapping into silky soft carpet with a suggestion of childhood innocence, innocent strangers.
I back memories of the old school playground in a sunny place to dry away feeling, go with regrets for a long awkward. Filled with a nostalgic touch of old-school game to find the little yellow sun shining called wind brought me memories that outside the school grounds where the sun poured fire, wind will bring a gift from the original phoenix quiet old bottles Lumpy the feelings of love that pure innocent strangers.
In this place we like to hear the wind whispering in my heart poured self soothing phoenix wings fall, has still found the song of the summer, saw the look of a leather kill one another aside and gentle smile tilted down sun shades that dare not speak words of love. Does anyone have other responsibilities that we do not accidentally kill or gaze leather goods he spent the flaming flamboyant. And so I went back looking bewildered turn things flashed through. If only the last train that help us go back to the station every day, we would love to hold hands with the present, though it hurt a little, there a little unsteady but we will reconcile the sunny side lashes carpet-way flight leaves me to nursery for grassy path to love about the same.
All just because I could not date for the shy, slightly awkward first rabies. White paper contains some words are not farewell to wake up until the train was taken away from us, please call just choked emotions carefully pressed the play page.
Although they only have to touch every Poinciana calluses It was also enough arms to welcome the sun rushing back, the memories of a white shirt lingering on the definition mi wise sage, white shirt for the schoolyard memories such never fade ...
