If you saw in the ground from a separate branch or in the heart of the storm of the storm, I did not believe my love of my love. I did not believe me at that moment, I did not believe in my love
in the morning of the spring. That moment I remember
because I was in love with and fell in love with the dust of the madness more than the dust or the old chow, I was ashamed of the mirror or the old chu. I have always been Every morning after my prayer I made the door from the bottom of my heart In the Crystal Palace of the sky, I shouted the women didnt love me that moment I did not remember my love.
