I dont cry, not that my stone cries disturbs my pride, the man doesnt cry to digest his nostalgia, he walks ,
I dont cry, not that Im good , not that there is no pain, not that Im happy , its a half-hearted event, that I fell in the middle of life,
a bitter story, inevitably a galaxy, but without a star, a coffee that no matter how much sugar you pour, it still has the same pure bitterness, if its one. Let me understand that I disturb my pride for him, I cry, which is easy, I walk under his umbrella until the end of the world,
I dont cry, not that my stone cries my pride, the man doesnt cry to digest his nostalgia, he walks,
I dont cry, not that Im good, not that there is no pain, not that Im happy, its half of me, that I fell in the middle of life.
