The dried flowers in the flower announce the pain, it announces separation and cold life, when I come home with great enthusiasm, it gives me the freedom to go back, dont let the instrument of our life become harsh, do something, do something for my home, I miss home
, the last refuge for my fatigue, the last hope for my attachments , I am tired for a conversation, I want a companion to draw, I want a friend to fly.Dont let the instrument of our lives be harsh, make a song, do something, do something for my home, I miss it.
