You didnt know about the heart of Pakkak In the world of color you planted Dont say that this was the separation of God The problem was just my friend
Whenever I wanted to say be a faithful You are a stranger to be familiar Whenever I want to be a stranger The pride of this pure heart of God My heart beat this throat. Thinking of this pure heart of God You have no anger nor the reconciliation You said I had your own but you didnt You didnt leave a place, no reconciliation I have no problem I did not like it. The problem was just that was not my friend
