My second crush,don’t know, who you are,by thinking of you,my day pass.The things, the things, the things changed,forgot the first, second begins.The second crush,my second crush,don’t know who you are,but, by thinking of you,my day...

Because she looks to the sky so often, people think that her life is sweet, that her eyes are dotted with dreamy stars. But quite the opposite is true and I wish they could see—...

It is not about giving her the world, it is all about making her realize that she is the only one in it.

I doubt he will be alive long enough to know Agent Smith.”Then I slammed the door.

She was a free bird: queen of the world and laughing.