burning dry your hair

The next morning,when we feel happy, but the relationship between sunlight anyway
always bring the pre-dawn fog

a trance I saw the future you Shaohua Gone
bare eyes the future me hanging < br> the morning mist like snow, covering my forehead wrinkles
sun, such as flames, burning dry your hair, black
you my heart full bloom last point heat
Tomoko ...
please Forgive me for this body of unwanted body