A rose despises too much desire,
In your absence it is a deserted life
A tear flowing
The tear you did not see
Strange is my love with you,
I smile even though I know I'm not doing well
And I'm crying, even though I'm still tormenting me.
A rose despises too much desire,
In your absence it is a deserted life
A tear flowing
The tear you did not see
Strange is my love with you,
I smile even though I know I'm not doing well
And I'm crying, even though I'm still tormenting me.
hermoso :)
Sometimes it is also the facts of sorrow...😿