Publish Time: 2016-04-20 Origin: Site
Berlin girl
I stole the rose, I killed the one you love,
Don't love you is false, want to forget you are true.
If I have a gun, I can protect you and kill you.
But in the end, I'm going to steal it,
Stagger to you
I'm so afraid, love me, coax me.
The woman whose illness is so dark is like a gorgeous perfume, which gives a charming and deadly breath.