Between growing up and not growing up
We all have stories
It was an old time woven together with happiness, shyness, ignorance and youth.
When I still don't fully understand what love is
Maybe
We will find out
There is someone already in my heart
Never forget
And what does the person who belongs to you look like?
Can you still remember your story?
The following is my story
Same as you
No result
But we are all
The same
Unforgettable