In my eyes Infinite Pain The Cold Season of our Love The paint of the ashes The pain that I kill If you kill Partial little bit Drop drops
I can be with your hand My idol You were In the mirror of the poem You believed
I came to Virey from my beloved I saw you near a moment I saw you 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
