Lonely Dusk
他們一邊惋惜折壞的書角一邊埋葬過失
7.18.2016
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
It's just I need to speak to someone.
Not someone.
You.
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