If you want the story to be sad, All the city tells you the story The story of this sad heart So let me tell you I tell me my companion in this great plain that calls the world Why should I be like a blind night. Zolf didnt have my shoulder Why didnt your world happy in your heart Why I have to be like an old man from the time of time or because I am a clean morning dew from the light of a light see my companion If you want the story
