In the old days, we used to cry, our hearts were renewed, our happiness and unhappiness were measured again, in the old days, we didnt have so much apprehension, I remember that we didnt sow tomorrows wheat today, I remember that we can reach the same day again, we can breathe again with a happy heart, we can say that we can reach the same day again, we can breathe
with a happy heart again, in
the old days, the dreams of birds were not disturbed, even in the cage of life in prison. It was not possible for anyone to fill the grief of loneliness, he
would not touch the last string, he used to be at home in our house, I remember that our cries and laughter were the same sound, I remember people console me from the nightmare of homesickness, help
me to believe in a dream,
say that I can reach the same day again, can I breathe again with a happy heart, say that I can reach the same day again, it can be done once. He breathed a sigh of relief.
