Sleep the flower of the enamel, baby, who sleeps in the night and dew Minas flower, so much that I am in a bad Crying I cry Sleeping to the star Marys heart ... I broke You dont know this night bitter cry I still owe your eyes I still owe your eyes I still owe your eyes You are not a morny like the sadness of Baron Loneliness of a Temple We have not parted the lonely Mono Mirror and Light I read that the night is not in love with the night Minas flower sleeping when it came to my heart Breaking Joon My heart was breaking my lips Minas flower sleeping as late is badly crying.
