Rather than half a spring, forget each other a bit, then collide into each other as two rounds of the bowl. We are gentle, not noisy, not too quiet, nor ostentatious. Whispering together through all the challenges, although sometimes the heart rift, weak soft alternating moment another piece of memory. But then we turn towards each other, like Fate. We are so gentle, not noisy, not too quiet, nor ostentatious. Come back together, we hold hands, hugging each other, passing each other through the half life of Hanoi, take each other to go through the night with the red light last, go through the counters barbecue meat, Nem ... and take each other through all the love repressed. Do you love me? Love your Hanoi. Take me through my life in a few short moments, do not make me love you more but inadvertently make me love you so, go to great and defy.
Whispering together through all the challenges, although sometimes the heart rift, weak soft alternating moment another piece of memory. But then we turn towards each other, like Fate ...
