My flower is broken in the wind, come to me until I dont like it, the cry of the night flower smells no more, the night no longer smells, who picked the night flower from the branch, the corner of the
sky full of rainbows, I am like the darkness of you, like the moonlight , if the wind does not pass through your hair, I will go and get lost in the forest of the dream of the
flower flower, I am the moon of Yvonne, I am alone from you, like a fish from the water of flowers, every wish is gone from color. And I smelled the river, my heart becomes a swamp, the
sky becomes blue, but the flower of the sun does not rise from the branches of the willow, it becomes a moonlit valley, but the moonlight flower is taken by the ponds of water, when you wave your hand to the star, you give it to the star, the flower blooms from the flower of the wind, when your eyes burn between the two stars, the anemone from the hot flower
of my flower, my moon, Yvonne, from you alone. I became like a fish from the water of flowers, every wish has gone from color and smell, I became the river of my heart, a swamp
