Week, weak [Day 3]

After the recovery, all is the week, days where we feel weak not enough weak for lose, I want to touch your smile all your smile but not the week, It is fast like your memory, too deep like your words when the sea is touching our hands and we dont feel weak we want to fight, want to laugh I want to know why this week was too fast, We are happy, because we are not weak only leave our hands in the sand. We are not weak, long hair, brown eyes. Smile me all the week and the life. I love you.