Love your blog, you are blog favorite!
Do not say goodbye to love
Looked up to see, that piece is my day
Think back, I miss you
Love you in the lonely night
Sky snow drift are my love
I do not know since when, there is such a spiritual feeling, the idea of a dream will be achieved immediately. Perhaps this is called telepathy it!
I remember in high school, probably at this time. The dead of night, quietly listening to a person familiar radio voice, sitting desk, looking out the window lights are still not far from town, state of mind constantly.