I cannot understand you sometimes…
Why did you say it…?
You might say it as not really truth.
But i feel that…
You don’t find my mind, even if I try to fret…
It seems to me that you don’t care of me…
Nevertheless, you don’t mind it…
Ein Brief für dich, wer irgendwo in der Welt wohnt
I cannot understand you sometimes…
Why did you say it…?
You might say it as not really truth.
But i feel that…
You don’t find my mind, even if I try to fret…
It seems to me that you don’t care of me…
Nevertheless, you don’t mind it…
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