This is the girl I had a crush on him, was standing behind me was how long now? A long time ago ... The interlocking fingers softly, the gentle sigh when suddenly as winter is about, I will continue to hand in his pocket perfect warm or cold embrace of his hands here? Did you ever think of me - the girl behind him? Maybe he never saw your eyes smiling as he broke down each time to or taken aback by his words stung me as nose turned away two tears rolled down the wipe. I was like that, wrapped tightly with other steel armor so he inherently has never seen the dark soul are licking each a moment. I've loved him since when? Injuries suffered nostalgia crushed my heart ever since? 

November is his guy, who I wish him holding hands walking down the street, sometimes ill unwind him tightly in his arms whispering of the love heart exclaimed, hurriedly, scratching in need but true. Cravings are carrying on his back as he carries on his shoulders the whole world cherish the sweet lovemaking. My longing, my dream has never been revealed. The outer shell side step his friend did that fade true, do those of you interested in becoming too plain, and smog signaling for him to disappear.He had never, ever felt that your heart because he arrhythmias, because he that as current flows through each meet - angina. But now they say, speak for themselves wholeheartedly that I loved him then. What do you think? You say you want him to go through the cold winter, and he went in cold monsoon. How you going? Sometimes I hand you here - in front of him, he grabbed it?