Saturday, September 2



The window fogged by my sigh blurs the endless unfeeling light
For all that goes beyond the path of life, sorrow piercing through the heart. No longer pain, for there is not other places to get injure anymore.

the impatient fingers shook the silent night added soul
Ever wonder why Upon 12 midnight,cinderella never turn her head back to see her prince one more time?
Without magic, cinderella will never become a princess. Without magic, cinderella will never have the courage to face her prince.

Let there be some magical feeling in this lonely world.


|[ zofz | 11:40 AM ]|



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