I tick definitely the recollections. White clouds, blue skies, wide seas and a green hair. Do you remember? We're shined in spotlights. We look like heroes. Don't you feel dear for neat dress.
You go away from our place, but it's just a little way. I think that relationship with you never change. If you feel lonely. look at photographs. You know, with everyone.
A camp got wet with beers and rock stars of four guys. Many friends around them. A landscape back to us is evidently ours. And no one can erase.
