Sabtu, 25 Agustus 2012

わたし の ノー ト

 Like the wind you disappeared.day by day i miss you .you leave me and go far away,follow the road and disappeared.
Someday we will meet again with already separated identitie.
first love is beautiful. first love is a flower. when the star drawn out on the night, sky bring up your memories.
i know you somewhere out there,somewhere far away.good bye my love.

rice field