When love is not haappening,
it is like snow inside of your heart,
but whebn it is happening,
even the snow is turning into a hot sun to be.
inside of your heart..
My steps,my music, My foots and my path, wherever that I go, I draw just one line, Your name and on it. My skate rink is too weak in orde...
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