From our little to our blood, it is a narrow way When I want to go home dark darkness from our little to our blood When I want to go home dark darkness
Darkness of the night when I walk I remember my death I am To the world I love I I have gone its memories Wherever I am in love I am I have gone His memories Wherever I love God I Wherever I love God I love you Now that I am right. I am right to God Truth to God
Opposite to our blood. There was a window to God. One day it was very little, but the Qiblah was love and safety one day
Suddenly I suddenly saw that window with flowers and soil I saw that the window was closed. My eyelashes are tired
No, no, no, no, now I am frustrated now to the world I love I I have gone and his memories God is wherever I love me.
