I have a little bit of bodies Look at this old sadness and blows the wind Wound to my hand My lovers love my lovers from my head My head from my head I do not have you not to be threatened I dont. Look at the old sadness and the wind
The one who fell into the footsteps I take my hand in the tent. I pray to you Pray for you and your stamp I have been informed and bodied. Look at this old sad
