In the empty room where you are in an accident You sat down in my mind at a fever My eyes filled with the glance of the warmth Exile I am tired of being thirsty for my caress
be with you, be with you. Lip In my old age, the smell of spring happiness Hope Tomorrows Waiting for the night
be with you, want to be from you be loved by you
You are a good greeting My first star My first star
