No complaint from you. This was my mistake When your cold hand was my only refuge I was tired of the night of bitter bits You were sleeping. I woke up When my only crime was from saying love and it is When my heart is silent, I will be silent I am not gone I do not complain that I did not defeat my wrong look at the way of the way Falling Our hands is the last sin When my only crime was to say love and is When my heart is silent in front of you I am silent.
