You are a flower
And...
I am that thread
Which makes a necklace
It's too late to face it
You will begin to understand the meaning of inseparable.
The colors of the first love..
The first wish ..
The first like never fade.
Especially the woman never forgets the man who for the first time has conquered the world of her heart and raised the flag of his name.
if that love gets lost in the world festival rather than the irony of destiny,
the name of that wish,
given, always burn in a corner of the heart.
No special oil is required to light the lamps of the poor in the evening held there,
No familiar tone a pleasant aroma
The lights of the mind when the heart is lit,
all these sayings wake up sadly.
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