I like it so much that I am saddened by you I liked you where my hand is empty When I dream, the name is a carpet I like it to you, I like this feast
I like so much, so much that I am so sad. My laughing hand is my bitter, love that loves my heart
I like our shadows, the reason for the dance of my purity, I like Siavash I like so much that I am saddened by all the bottom of my journey, I just have a good night. You
You too, you have to dream in our talk, I have to break the silence
I like so much, so much that I am saddened All the bottom of my journey.
