04/11/24 16:36:07 Uxqo2VDX
Beauty be the crime
Crime even the smile
Trying to see the back of my pupil that wraps you easily as there is a thorn in the flower of the black rose you come not to part probably
There is not the person who does not love me
Long hair be the crime
Crime even the footstep
Even if compare and how many 1000 of time flow
Heart does not change probably
There is not the person who does not love me which do not matter even if discard even, this life and lose if I am due to you
Trying to see the back of my pupil you come not to part probably
There is not the person who does not love me
There is not the person who does not love me