dai
01-17-2009, 05:03 AM
My dear child
One day
I made a dream
Back when you dreamed of
Soft pale yellow hair fluttering in the wind
I went in front of you
Closed against me
Pupillary brown in the sun's reflection shone
Your hand
I would like to one after another color balloons
There are red, yellow and green, blue ...
Finally, I want you to
Is a black balloon
It would be the last in my life, I request you to balloon - life
Because I can not give you more of the other
Time my dear child into child
No matter what I want you to
I will not refuse can not refuse
Just
In my days gone
Child is still young
You will remember me?
One day
I made a dream
Back when you dreamed of
Soft pale yellow hair fluttering in the wind
I went in front of you
Closed against me
Pupillary brown in the sun's reflection shone
Your hand
I would like to one after another color balloons
There are red, yellow and green, blue ...
Finally, I want you to
Is a black balloon
It would be the last in my life, I request you to balloon - life
Because I can not give you more of the other
Time my dear child into child
No matter what I want you to
I will not refuse can not refuse
Just
In my days gone
Child is still young
You will remember me?