The flower of roto flower Before you like the thorns All the world to my eyes with the same spring flower Whatever I wrote I am not happy Whatever you said I heard I saw nothing but love Flower Blue Behind my eyelid you sleep Be privately sung My body Slowly I
Slowly playing play Dell with my heart. Take a gap between me and you s my and you do not reach each other You dont say this I say my heart
so many years of away I am caught up in the cage You are in the face of a mirror I have a mirror The creditor
The gap between me and you does not reach each other You didnt say this I say my heart
My hand is not my hand. I I am a distance of myself
not my hand not my hand
A night and a rainfall The leaf and load I dont even have the air of reconciliation I dont even have me A dark cloud day I will go from here Cant Even with the miracle of love The blue heaven
is not my hand not my hand not my hand Not my hand
