Word is number two
Thick white dust stuck on the cover The photo album cover of our first memories When your face is always cheerful echoes Santa ripe l...
Thick white dust stuck on the cover
The photo album cover of our first
memories
When your face is always cheerful echoes
Santa ripe lips smiling
Every morning, with a smile always
different
You made my day immeasurably colored
Still remembered clearly in my memory
swath
Your white teeth arranged like a rabbit,
brilliantly flawless
To me, your smile is a mighty terrible
allure
That time, until now it later even when
you're dead
That's why I chose you
Not because of his handsome face, body or
bushy sideburns strapping looming
But your smile
Something that continues eternally against
time
That will not wrinkle as skin
I admire you for your smile
I love you for the same reason
Smile.
The only reason why we are together
I don't need a love word, smile already
describe all
That my world is in you
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