cold in home. seventy percent i could be the wind. in the weekends, i could be the thunderstorm that sparks your day. you cancelled a planned. long story behind them you wish these it realized in a seconds. yes, you got it.
you feel warm and hurry hope in someway, the broke glass or gloom frame. i dunno if i win thousand ways, i never be your thunderstorm again.
thirty percent, drawback is loud in traffic. gatot subroto may the main witness of sounds. and.. i’ll get the warning in a whole life by e-traffic law enforcement.
