Sad love....

It is better to see people far away. If you have to go to the surprise or the dream break. The standard of life stops, shudder, run away. The living room of the living festive chest of the conspiracy Cancer cell called. Come out of the hunting ground. Keeping the future strong. Throwing the venom of greed in his nails and throwing it in the dust, the future is made to be made. Returning to the evening of noon, the house was broken and returned home. and me? I'm very tired, I'm a very tired sailor