My confession I wanted to understand that you were not cold maybe it is late but now I realized I was wrong from the day I told you to your eyes I dont know how I fell out of your eyes I didnt care about you ... I am in the face of Root Im cleaning you, I am commemorated I am cleaning you, I remember my hand
I shouldnt have my hand. My hand should not be punched with my love for your love. How much I am upset From this feeling I shouldnt say about it You dont see me at all. I am in the right I am cleaning you.
