The Fairy Tale of Oppelia" Ringtone"
chapter 92 "diary"
each sheet in the book is stored smiles and laughter sadness there is also a longing that is integrated with memories when with you like in the past
the memories of love with you are unforgettable
each sheet in the book created a love of fragrant flowers
if I miss you, open this book until the memories accompany me
in this diary there are laughter and cries of hate and longing
my sky blushed the stars not shining
my night is gray and blackened
there was no sound of unspoken laughter, said the Heart
the once true love is now creeping away
in this diary your name is in my world
if I miss you, I'll open this diary again
in the rain of waiting written blue ink
imprint deep dammed romance pojangga
in this diary created that space
the one that comes together becomes a memory when you are with you
my sky blushed the stars not shining
my night is gray and blackened
there was no sound of laughter unspoken
the once true love is now creeping away
memories of love with you used to be imprinted in taste
each sheet in the book appeals to memories of love with you
this diary imprints in the carving a sense of loss
stored memories of love that haunt
your name in the diary is a beautiful word
my life in this diary is just a white hill
laughter and crying, hate and longing are integrated into a memory of the past
yet his mute book forced the teenager to have gone far away
because his love has been lost in the memories of the bleak times
in this diary, the memories of being with you are reflected again
now the moon is flushed in the diary for parting
if I miss you, I'll open this diary again
when you are with you as in a book swallowed by time
the memory of love with you is written in the rain of waiting
miss this diary there's your laughter and hate me
imagine again like the old time in that space
in this diary brings him the blind longing
if you long to seduce shackled
the book I wrote for you in the diary
Each page in the book from the first time we met until we separated
in this diary, I can't hear not seeing love
my love that stored memories of love in the book longs
in this diary there are laughter and tears there is hate and longing
when you are with you as in a book swallowed by time
but my love is now gone up the mountain shackling
in this diary stored black flowers incarnate fragrant
if I miss it, open this diary that grows in torment
she the black flower always seduce teen yearning for memories of love
you need to know the beautiful story in the story in the book
when I touched the room it was black and haunted
when the flower grows and leaves you never know and care
my love has gone, my dear, carried away by the flood that is overflowing in the dam
only the room was a flickering glimmer and a black floral withered fragrance
in this diary is stored withered in each pottery
pain, pain, gloom, black, lie , love , longing , hate ,laughter, crying, crying,
IN THE FAIRY TALE OF OPPELIA RINGTONE DIA" BLACK FLOWER"
