The night left with the memories of the Kalamat song The remaining love of Jamaah The tears that are contaminated to Jami gray from a letter written by your name
went to your name, God forbid Hope you do not go to my health I have no hopes of hope Dry out of you O you, a kind companion, your empty place In our dark house, you went to your empty place
O God, God Honement Hope you visit my health hopes , I went to God. Broken O my lonely traveler, you went to health but dont miss this tired
I remember the nights I remember until the day of meeting read in my eyes, I I love you in my phenomenon Empty In our dark house, you are empty
You went to God, Hold you Hope you visit my health Visit, O God, Honest I dont remember me.
