what we call youth,what we call memory

At the end of my youth

Girl Asuh(3)

insert a red flower into my hair.am i beautiful today?and...when will he come?i miss him so much that i can't bear a minute without him.

Girl Asuh(2)

within his worm embrace and enjoy the smell of moli(i think it's moli:p).how happy i am!

Girl Asuh(1)

sit by window,drink tea and read a letter from him.a nice afternoon.