I still dream that it is the period of faithfulness that the credit of love is in place, the world is in the hands of people, I still dream, I still dream, I still dream that this is a booty for others, a dream for me, it is true, I still dream, the whistle of the heart, one by one, the whistle of the heart is over, there is no one other than me, the one who screams love, sorrow, and screams, the truth of the human being, there is still color and hypocrisy in my stories. They dont lie, they dont tell people, enmity doesnt mean anything, still in my stories, no one is lonely , no one gets tired and lonely because of the crime of love , still in my world, every person doesnt sell flowers, flowers are like a persons heart, flowers are like a persons heart, hearts are whistled, one by one, the hearts are over, there is no one other than me, the one who screams love, sadness, and screams, screams the truth of people, screams the truth of people.
