On the hugs and a song I and I Look at Goldon Look at the photo of my love I trembled in the excuse I miss the smell of your body to kiss your lips for your baby laughter Please For the righteous blessings of you You wrote a fate The best memory of Hamoto I know when you went to know in the flower of the Paradise Garden I remembered the young days I did not get any kind of my journey. The days when you tired You could say the closed doors of my Fuel Whatever the door The little bit of your existence was died The voices of the kids wrapped in the house The voice that is good to you How good to you is a reminder of you
