O dry, thirsty land I am rooted in I dont have all the medicine. I am saddened by you I am only patient with you but my persuasive moments like I call my own One day there was a garden that was a lamp but it was a night of time The stranger who wrapped up the chest When it came to the cloud, Jasmine did not wait My only patience with you but I have been waiting for the waiting moments like my own
Now here I and I am tired of the soil Thats Whatever I have my lonely and patient with you but my lasting I would like to be waiting for my own
If it is too hard to do, I will see a window to break a window Fall See I know life here Always fuel I always made I put whatever I had here
