Thứ Ba, 2 tháng 1, 2007

Heaven is for every one
I can't kiss the past goodbye
And I know my tears will never dry

Perhaps a very long time, she knew you not of his own an absolute.
You is like a wind, the wind blowing forever but will never stop at one place at all.

Life is a grindstone, and whether it grinds you down or polishes you up is for you and you