Sorry, the heart of the cloudy, the latest sucks full of love and hope of the last suns of love and hope, do not pass our hearts and we did not love you to go home. East East Eyes My Pain My Beautiful Memories are like a photo frame with a broken heart with a thousand words. Take your hands in my hand and take the soul of the thought to the feet. House of grief is the heart of the cloudy heaven is the last suckle full of love and hope of the last suns of love and hope.
