世上只有妈妈好
有妈的孩子像个宝
投进了妈妈的怀抱
幸福享不了
世上只有妈妈好
没妈的孩子像根草
离开妈妈的怀抱
幸福哪里找
always bring tears to my eyes.
Her kiss left an aftertaste you can't shake off. Bitter poison that was sweet; poison that flirted with your tastebuds, causing you to have it all at once, igniting the erotic side that you've suppressed for too long now. It's put you on a high, lusting for more of that taste... Poison. You could blame her, or you could fault the poison. But it doesn't matter: since the two are one. COFFEE.
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