More wounded than ever from painful pain I was frustrated with love waiting for dying with a broken bag of the West Bag I went to the pilgrimage I went for crying my kabah gave you a kabi You like an amber Every little bit of my heart is bored This broken Chinese has bonded The cry of crying, and the sound of my new name, my Kaaba gave me your I am a broken, but yet the golden storm is not my opponent. Hearing Go to the peak of the wingspan and jumping a crying sail, too
