Chartreuse

sunny morning ..
sunny morning, but not for me ..
pensive here, sounds of birds chirping, the beautiful morning without a smile kusambut my greetings to the world ..
that morning a little boy's voice singing, melodious voice with a beautiful poem,
"MY FIRST LOVE" he said ..
nikka costa realized that was the one who sang the song and reminds me of a daughter figure who greeted me with smiles.
really sweet woman, a man who I loved more than anything else.
kuteringat period - the first time kuberjumpa himself ..
beautiful woman who makes me never stop thinking about it, the sweetness and innocence that was wrapped with the beauty of which is bundled me as a wonderful gift ..
interval of several minutes, the song was over ..
I woke up from gumammanku, then heard a man singing ..
beautiful voice, he sang in japanese language ..
I then close your eyes kutelaah word for word that he toss the sounds of
"Kisetsu wa iro wo kaete ikudo megurou tomo
Kono kimochi wa kare nai hana no you ni yura meite
Kimi wo omou"
joujoshi apparently, the song that represents our journey and also feel that will not
doty timeless. warnapun changing seasons and changing, how many colors we replace him? but this was not enough to melapukkan feelings for you ..
although this is hard ..
although sometimes we also encounter bitter acid trip we all like a piano ..
where there are keys which are black and white, but all were able to spend a melodious voice and beautiful melodies .. but even so the contrast ...
but kini entah kenapa...
but even so I would still like this ...

Did you know you I so miss you, remember when I hugged you
I looked at your face, I grimly pinch your cheeks ...
but now for no reason, maybe I was wrong