The dark night of the tale Since you became the late you s my dormant my poem The palpitations of the pounding, the aroma of the city, the city of my mind I crossed the fine wall of the wall I got I became in the bed of your love Currently asking for your good feeling I got away from the fugitive I took a look at you I became in the bed of your love
Pen of the court and empty of the enclosure I was captured by the poverty and poverty And you did not have a disobedience I spent my love and last how strangely you I was so fond of you I got away from the fugitive I took a look at you I was in love with your love Winter love I handed over to my hand You are more painful than smile I was waiting I have sworn to my love If you even be next to me I will remember the soil Smart Moments I am in the current asking for your good feeling I got away from the fugitive I took a look at you .
