My heart is happy with the chest Now the world is beautiful for me not a hundred but not a hundred but a thousand buyers of so many joy of the world Ella Kalang and tashang in the glass in the glass of Daveh Mashhad. I hit the glass In the glass of the demon, the sadness of our happiness is When it is not a happiness of life What a smooth and hypocritical. The mirrors like the mirror flower and the flower we hear.
