Look, I have been crying again Know you are crying from your sadness. is like tears in my tears is not a jasmine and a flower of Atlas. Tiled my zealous tiles You got my night Sadrou from my night What did you dream of Spring?
Season Bitter Horn and Sheet Flower Flower and Tag What do you know my heart The air is crying Remember the broken rain like my tears in Ivon is not a jasmine and the flower of the Atlas There is no one except for you I have your excuse still captive
