Breathing is difficult, I feel like Otefoa, my heart full of love to the extent that it will implode, my throat dry and my hands Tertajafan, Tokve you to my heart, I behave oddly, not my nature, mad dance Kjni Finally it is time for this immature to know the weak sense of falling in love
FOR U .............
Remeber the distance or colour does not matter but love matters alot in life