Again in my heart frame Sitting every hope again my eyes saw the eyes of the Bioto Millar Hope Hope Hundreds of Small Ways Receive you
Tell you to wake you up I Try the soil To be under the pit a road from the star
Tell me to separate you Make a bouquet of flowers All my joy Tell the eyes waiting to see you I tell you a habit You are simple you have a barefoot again the mountain of grief of my grief can be lost wherever An anxiety of heart Simple tears
Say you wake up to you I am full of air Take a Under the Pattop A road from the star
Tell you to separate you Make a bouquet of flowers All my joy Tell the eyes waiting to see you Rainbow my happiness a bridge
