Your memory, hard and yellow face, hand weakness, struggling in the sweat hair, not enough to haunt you jitter arm, like a huge hammer and clank to strike in my heart, blow from the my heart has nowhere to hide. moved.

Remember, you worked hard and candled face, hand, in the inability to sweat in the throes of the population, is not enough to wrap around the arm, the dithering you as a great hammer, and resounding in the in my heart, my heart was with the collar has been touched by the.

In memory you, laborious and pale yellow face, the incapable hand, struggles in the sweat sends the silk, also is insufficient the arm which ties down you to vibrate, such giant hammer, clank strikes in mine heart, struck my innermost feelings already the move which did not have hides.

Memories of you, it is tough and yellow face, weak hand, struggled in the sweat of a human hair, are not enough to cling to your shaking arm, like a giant hammer, Clank to blow my mind, blow up I had no undetected and moved inside.

I am happy with the growth;