When a leaf falls to the ground, I feel its silent crying , I feel what is going on in its heart, when it sees the death of its moments , I am a dry and yellow leaf that I cried silently for a long time , I am also a dry and yellow leaf that I cried silently for a long time,
when I see with my eyes that a leaf is slapped unnecessarily, it is a hail that leaves the garden of my heart open. The crows are roaring, the song of death freezes in the chest of my bloods heart , I am from the lineage of this treasure , it freezes in the chest of my bloods heart, because I am from the lineage of this treasure,
when it is feathered, the flower in the flower is empty of pigeons, the sky is empty
of pigeons, the clouds of
my eyes are raining again. The pigeon, my heart thinks of the alley, for me, a cold and empty life
, when a leaf falls to the ground , I feel its silent crying , I feel what is going on in its heart, when it sees death, it is momentary , I am a dry and yellow leaf that I cried silently for a lifetime, because I am a dry and yellow leaf that I cried silently for a lifetime.
