The love

January 22 we promise
Try to understand each other in the heart
January 22 is not alone
Im a good friend of the devil
Side by side
There was never a goal
Splitting the night
The overcast is always coming
I close tightly
I look at your smile
With eyes
Both are blind
Then I whispered a line of words
Desperate .... it's raining soon
two theory books you lend me
The thickness is not dusty I read the slalu
four pieces of your photo in the wood cabinet
look at me and watch until we get tired