Hurt or Pleasure are the ill of destiny
Stab the way of sword to bleeding
Stuck when staring to the Master's eyes
Thee... Make cheek goes red
Force inexperience thing
Mine in love
Purely at the calm cold mind
No space to betray my lung soul
No... not anymore
Hurt or Pleasure are the ill of destiny
Stab the way of sword to bleeding
Stuck when staring to the Master's eyes
Thee... Make cheek goes red
Force inexperience thing
Mine in love
Purely at the calm cold mind
No space to betray my lung soul
No... not anymore
* Poem wrote by her when She think of Important person in her life,, :)
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