Why do you cry, Baby? We should be happy. I wanna tell you the story of the fantasy. The time we spent together reminds me of the book I used to read: Two kids, sitting on the tree.
Why do you cry, Baby? We should be happy. I wanna tell you the story of the fantasy. The time we spent together reminds me of the book I used to read: Two kids, sitting on the tree.
Why do you cry, Baby? We should be happy. I wanna tell you the story of the fantasy. The time we spent together reminds me of the book I used to read: Two kids, sitting on the tree.
The reason why I cry baby is death of that oak tree, I will always remember the story stayed in memory. The childhood we played together reminds me of the words in my diary: Two kids, sitting on the tree.
Why do you cry, Baby? We should be happy. I wanna tell you the story of the fantasy. The time we spent together reminds me of the book I used to read: Two kids, sitting on the tree.
Why do you cry, Baby? We should be happy. I wanna tell you the story of the fantasy. The time we spent together reminds me of the book I used to read: Two kids, sitting on the tree.
Why do you cry, Baby? We should be happy. I wanna tell you the story of the fantasy. The time we spent together reminds me of the book I used to read: Two kids, sitting on the tree.
The reason why I cry baby is death of that oak tree, I will always remember the story stayed in memory. The childhood we played together reminds me of the words in my diary: Two kids, sitting on the tree.
