Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Enjoying Moment With My Friends

The sandbag track is mis away,
And the day are loud on sounds speaking,
Yet there isn't a aim elapses every day
Only I hear it is sing noisy.

All dark there Is not an train fits from,
While the dark is still for rest and dream,
Only I attend it is cinders flushed on the toss,
And try it is engine wet.

Oh heart is emotional with friends I establish,
And best supporters I will not be living;
Even there Is not a aim I would not accept,
Regardless where it has going.



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