A messenger informed me that the sun on the lips of the canvas I wrote on the body of the night that happiness is over, I am not left, I am not left, I have not spoken, I have broken a thousand times, do not ask about the events of my day and night in my sleep, what kind of sleep did you sleep when I was drunk at night and until the morning I was ruined
, I was staring at the night with this love that the moonlit night can be my gaze on the air, with this love that the day becomes sunny , the spring behind the winter After you, I had a story of sorrow, you were not what you were not, so my spring lacked you,
dont ask me about my night and day in my sleep, what sleep did you sleep when I was drunk at night and ruined until morning,
I taunted the flower with this love, I taunted the sadness in the spring season , I did not have this love that you bring its love , spring after winter, you had a sad story for me . If you were not there for you, my spring was lacking for you,
do not ask about my sleep day and night, in my sleep, what is my sleep, when I am drunk at night and until the morning, what is the ruin, what is the ruin of my night and day in my sleep, what is my sleep, when I am
drunk at night and until the morning, what is my ruin?
