Do you hear the soft rustle beside your table? Don`t bother to write for I`ll come to you. Is it possible you are angry with me like the last time? You say that you don`t want to see my hands, my hands or my eyes. I am with you in your bright, simple room. Don`t chase me away to where the cold, murky water flows under the bridge.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
The script ran 0.001 seconds.