What am I going to do from the period when my belief was suppressed until it got worse in the eye, it inevitably became popular, I have been punched in the mud, with the stem of your hands, maybe the earth is ready for a good event,
I fell in love with your eyes and dreamed of your gaze, your eyes are your condition, I became your constitutionalist, with all this, let me rely on your love and cry in your arms one night without pain,
because Your lover buys you at the price of your life, your hair takes bread from your wheat on his table, whoever took you from me, he was discouraged because it was a wall, this head was always on the hanger instead of your shoulder,
I fell in love with your eyes and the dream of your gaze, your eyes are your condition, I became your constitutionalist, with all this, let me rely on your love, one night without pain in your arms. Crying
