Im going from your city with a backpack of my memory my heart. My legs are traveled with the road to remember you On the way to the cloud that I will be cloudy for my
I have a love for your love Burning me I can calm down, but I cant, I cant, a dandelion on the road to be my traveler I am a separate season of my last season
I have any corner of this city. From your love you burn I remember me that you did not give me I have in every corner of this city I remember your love Burning me.
Miro Miro I am missing in the evening of the West Plain You havent been In every corner of this city, I love your love Burning me.
