In my eyes Infinite Pain The Cold Season of our Love The color of the ashes The pain I do If you kill bit a bit drop dropped
I could be with your hand My idol You were In the mirror of the poem I believed
I came to Virey from my beloved
I saw you near a moment from the infertility fever My body My share of you I heard I heard Viyring I have arrived from the infertility fever My body My share is my share of you Delating the melting from the disbelief fever my body My share of you is the dripping leak
