airepuro

without knowing days have past in front of my old, sad face...

may i remember those days when we used to wonder about little things of life?

when we used to play with toys under a shiny, honey sun...

now i stay inside my room watching rain falling down

i try to reach reality but i know i just can't 'cause there are so many things to cry yes,

there are to many things to cry... please forgive me, i started to cry..