Come to my house. My door is always open for guests
The girl could not resist the attack and wet everything around
The girl under the umbrella as a denial of everything
The wind is in the heat and I'm shparu that I 'm sad my sadness
A fragment from the Hunger Games: The Throne and Everything in White
And you don't break my heart into pieces and don't make it stone
A lot of thoughts in my head is the way to burning
The forks of the roads in Los Angeles and the city itself are my favorites