Where there is, it remains as alone it seems like a word, alone alone... she who is, the only thing that marries with me
pushed pink and the feeling seems true on the outside but inside it is fake and this is because... in the streets, then, they were June days and I was waiting for July without you
I, very pink, without you who fills my heart and who I don't know how to breathe, three words are enough, the little ones hours, the fingers alone alone
deep pink and the feeling seems lit on the outside and instead inside it is off and this is because... in the streets, then, they were June days and I was waiting for July without you
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