I have a heartfelt journey from the bitter moment of defeat You went to my heart and wounded in your heart The sad burden of your migration I love this wound I love this wound because I was remembered when the hearts of the moment My hand was not my shelter The pigeon looked into my heart filled I cried out and cried out
When the mirrors break from my hawk The cold look of the weird night of my night I am a noble hand to me until every star. Um
Even though separation and madness are always my fate My heartfelt is my heart that is left Even though separation and madness are always my fate Make me a good chapter
I have a heartfelt journey from the bitter moment Wounding I love this wound so much because you are reminded
