The moments are going and you are not here I am old and you are not here Life under a roof with a photo and letter and your memory is still with the name of Stack of these windows I miss all the distances I am drowning in the sea I wouldnt go out of the house of an Umrah I was coming back to your mind and I would have come back if you were your place You wouldnt know no greetings nor the answer You would have a good night.
