The street is out of the autumn leaf himself empty his heart from the dirt A familiar way to the house with the beloved and the kind of winter Welcome under the rain to the sad landscape of the street you are not a whisper of lovers Tag In the snow or the crow but that tuff is the rainfall
the street from the autumn leaf his own empty his heart from the dirt a familiar way to the house with my beloved and kind Its a star In the Cold Khayyan is always unpopular Thinking about reaching spring Hope it is a tree The tree that comes in dry jack
In the cold Khayyan, you are always unpopular Thinking about reaching spring Hoping Hope that is the tree The tree. Labor A familiar way to the house with my dear and kind winter that wet under the rain to the sad landscape of the street is not a whispering lovers
