понедельник, 24 октября 2011 г.


A simple rule always works. When you say "goodbye" to the person, it becomes the past. It's not bad. and isn't good. Just past. And replaced with a future, bright and cheerful, with new people and new opportunities. I'll never remember it. Love? No, not heard.

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to BLACK

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