Loneliness poetry no longer reads when you dont have a house. Home is not left alone Taken alone this sad house Rosa Day. Like a silent and heavy night Broken mirror glass closed the heavy tone of the niche Kakley. Wash in the garden The wind of the trees is all boring No one knows the chickens. Keeping House Without you this empty house is not happy My hand is lonely in Goldon The flower is lonely ... The story of the door you dont know. Home staying home I read the bitter story of your eyes from your eyes I knew my love flower would be full in your hands I knew my heart was a hundred remembrances empty my body. Those hands are always always in those hands ... On the grass of the aroma of anemone I and the nostalgia of Abra. The craving for crying and hawk in the clear blue body. I am thirsty for the mirage I dont even think about you even I dont even fall asleep ... Loneliness poetry no longer read when you dont have a house. Keeping home The lyrics of the house alone no longer read when you dont have a home. No stay home
