March dried my thoughts

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has been the season in March is a romantic [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], full of spring , the warm sun. I am a person walking in the lonely city, you walk quietly through the road with me [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], remember the temperature of your palm . March wind so soft and supple too I do not have the courage to nostalgia . A touch of flowers, quiet atmosphere , and I look lonely in this beautiful season but lost his own .

found the day you leave is so like you, like your heart every day slowly , waiting for a Flowers bloom , waiting for an unknown result. Young at heart in trying to settle in to wait . Most true love, the most beautiful poetry. Do not want to tie him down with their own footprints you do not want to let you leave the day, and depression , happy disguise the desolation. Happy hidden by loneliness. My world is big, you may only hold one . Quietly down the number of landed daylight, watched it slip away at your fingertips . Count the day you leave . Like a sky of clouds , the wind in the scattered nowhere . March of the wind, slowly dried out my thoughts [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], fixed in eternity.

slowly extend the horizon , and your time together is so short, never knew was missing An unforgettable pain, pain is not a trace of courage to interpretation. Flies falling silently through the trail , feeling Unbearable Lightness of life , like the clear sky of life, like the light misty rain melancholy , like the quiet and happiness. Life was gone in an instant , there is no eternal starting point, but in March or dried my thoughts .