Woe to me if you are the one who has lost it , which is so far away between us that on this side, that there is an
old man with gray hair and a thousand times to die, suffering with a curve in stature in this difficult way, which is this side of the hand, the heart is sweet, the heart is dead,
the laughter seems to be on the lips, and sometimes the words are twisted, and sometimes nothing , and sometimes two lines of poetry that say it all. It is a thing and a small self
and sometimes two lines of poetry that speak of everything and the insignificant self Woe to me if you have lost it, if you have lost it, woe to me if you have lost it, woe to me if you have lost it, which is very far between us on the other side, on the other side, the sweetness of the fresh buds and hundreds of wishes on the heart of the cradle of love, which is no more than a while . It is hard to hate being a plaything, woe to me if you are the one who has lost it , which is so far away between us and falling in love and falling in love .
