The ideal woman of life

Flowers are limp because of the wind that came blowing the heat during the night and the cold during the day struck.
It has been gone for many days for months and almost 2 years passed but it seems that no matter how far I stay away and the whole body cheering to remove the look on your face and as much as I'm avoiding the feeling you always remain a dream.

Pain and disappointment when it is embedded and embedded in the heart and mind seems useless when the power of the heart can not filter again the problem, the brain can not afford to stop saying "you still expect him".

O you are a dream woman, holy umbrella I have ever brought, my tongue once said and my blood never fight for you.
But where the rewards as a human and sensible civilized, Not between hope and disappointment, there terletar the sense of wanting to turn evil into goodness.
And sometimes wanting the evil is what I will give to the power of my human soul.