Like the picked flower No use, no need to water How much it gets rain Fresh never comes again Dont ask me who owns my heart is The story should be kept like this Our memory is mystery always He is beautiful in my life all days
16 มิถุนายน 2547 12:36 น. - comment id 285656
เบื่อๆ เหงาๆ ไม่อยากทำอะไรเลย เลยต้องเป้นแบบนี้ไง
16 มิถุนายน 2547 12:52 น. - comment id 285673
เขียนดีจัง..
16 มิถุนายน 2547 15:00 น. - comment id 285762
ue love let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with remover to remove:- o no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests, and is never shake. it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worths unknown, although his height be taken. loves not times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickles-compass come; but bears it out evn to the edge of doom:- if this be error, and upon me proved, i never writ, nor no man ever love. source: True Love by William Shakespeare