The house of this Veyron house for me has a thousand memories What do I remember this dark house. I dont remember the wall of the house full of window until our neighbors horizon was the sea. We were thrown away In the snow and wind and the rain, we built our hearts with our hearts My mothers love house was planted in her garden My fathers soul house was nothing like the house
The house was playing for sunshine and water And he won and passed the house The looter of the house blasted the house My old father killed my mother and crazy Now I am left and these are angry and angry madness I am wounded to be tired of writing my last word