Air and live, wanderer, whose eyes sparkle sparks dying sun ... A small smile and thoughtfulness ... I know not only that the beauty is sometimes difficult to see, but the fact that it is often simply do not notice. Only losing something, you can understand how much you appreciate it. I do not believe in fairy tales, but I love listening to them. My time - instant. Expiring light of the sun slipped behind the sky falls somewhere out of sight. I love being in a crowd, I like to feel part of this …
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الترجمة الى الانجليزية اظهار الاصلي

بما انك لم تقم بتسجيل الدخول نحن لا نعلم لغتك و لكننا نعتقد انها الانجليزية
يرجى التسجيل او اختيار لغة اخرى من القائمة للترجمة

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