Folk songs, traditions and stories, All admire the moon like a lover, How I wish I could see it, On the 17th of October. I heard young...

You made lots of promises to me. Promises which you kept. All of them. Only if you could break just one of them. Just one. You promised...

He wanted nothing less, Than holding her tight, In his arms, Letting the warmth vibrate, When their skins touched; Leaning into her,...