I said to my heart, with everyone alien Stop this in vain, after this crazy I said my mirror, my face, my face Whatever you want to do after this love, put a false line Okay, and I have a heartache I am tired Tired, Kazin Fence of Harassment Tired I hate the calendar on the desk Dang Dong I am tired of the wall I said I was your companion but it was not I was unknowingly and unacceptable. The instrument of the Messenger Whatever you want to become after this love Draw a false line on these legends A familiar heart pain on the heart.
