Saturday, January 9, 2010

it ends tonight



My hands become cold
The memory of love coldly draws near
It becomes painful
I can't stand it anymore
The longings that I can't even start only get bigger
Only your scent is left
In the cold, corner of my heart



i miss camp so much!

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