Romance is life,
maybe it's illusion
maybe it's the one who lives in the pages of the diary,
the night is the meeting of romantic hope,
All in transformation,
sentiment is not entering the border mission.
Planting the seed
remains the romantic feeling,
see the birth of a heart on a concrete ...
Romantic hope,
remains as the last breath,
before returning to the world of daylight,
the mirror you'll see.
A bitter truth.
hypocrisy
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