The dry flower of the office The tear of the corner of the corner Photo in the corner of the niche All this memory I am full of complaints with a half -sowed candle Two of her hearty eyes are stitched into a corner A cold and dark room Dry and a letter
In other hearts with your photo frame, you dont leave me alone You caught me no longer hoping I remember I never left you I have no showing you but I will look for you Believe me, you can be painful I see Wish I see you once in wake up Come back again from Dardit. You went to the infinite my eyes still I see your eyes every night see you once in wake up I dont go back to your eyes again
