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.

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