Look at my tears on my cheek but I still want you to look for you I sit behind the wall of your blood but see Roto that I was the most loved Tile we were kids kids You held my hand with a mountain from the world Take
I still wish to play like the old empty of my color and hypocritical my beloved Come open to the garden corner Under the white jasmine, hope you were a kid tile we were kids and you were in my hands Take a tired
I still wish to play like the old Dead from my color and hypocritical my beloved Come open to the garden corner Come under that white jasmine, hope you are Hope
All tears and begging All tears and begging to see We You see this tired heart at nights search You see this tired heart at nights search
Come to open the palace of the garden corner under that white jasmine.
