No one is like Irony, the stem and leaf of the root, the stem is not separated from the root, our days are autumn, but it will never be winter , Irony is going to be like it, there will always be no one like Irony,
with all the efforts that can be made, the stem will not be separated from the roots , our green leaves will turn yellow, our spring will not be winter , Irony will not always be there, no one will be like Irony , no one will be like Irony.
