False implications have played our future to the virtual image of our mirrors Comrades, love, why it was beautiful. The moment of our love was a turbulent dream
I put my pride I open my I will be
For your laughter on me and on my bloody tears, my straits to put you on your shoulder and bed I miss the straits of you I love you Breaths with you. It was a mood The moments of our love was disturbed
I put my pride I will be open until the time I meet I will be carpets I sacrifice my life Make me Breaks my heart Breaks The day
For those two amber eyes Fires I withdrawn for kiss when meeting Bali Farewell*
