the old perfume Demond
She's so lovely
On tiptoe
I have long hesitated
my love The first sip
so hard to swallow
Spend weeks Fly
the years I've missed
Unable to erase Hard to forget
my love is always lost
Virgin passionate
freedom-loving After years
I stopped my life is like a forest
Life is his work
Reanimates regret
Seen me as missed
Fidélère wild in
my soul is bound
Fear of emptiness
Done all over again
I came to pick you up
Unable to refuse
Difficult to avoid
