Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death. - Arthur Schopenhauer

2012年7月9日月曜日

I'm falling into memories of you.



"So many nights, legs tangled tight. Wrap me up in a dream with you. Close up these eyes, try not to cry..."

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