I hope... for the way
the glory road of the free
but, I fear the coming day
when I get the fruits of my tree
I hope... true... comes my dream
the shining flames of my soul
the signs...... yet didn't came
what comes behind the unknown wall
aBoUt ME...
- f i A win
- jAKaRTa, Indonesia
- Love me little, love me long, Is the burden of my song...so, Love was before the light began, When light if over,love shall be.. Then, Love is a great thing. It is not by chance that in all times and practically among all cultured peoples love in the general sense and the love of a man for his wife are both called love. If love is often cruel or destructive, the reasons lie not in love itself, but in the inequality between people.
life LONG love
in manhaTTan, NY
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