At noon summer, I remember The color of your eyes Barono remembers When you are not, life is no different to the life Your bastard is bitter. My veins You are like sleeping, a gentle like sleep I am the same if you are without you
I pray you every day I love you to hear
Nabi being a long poem Best with you, my best poem
Kites You are always like an accident full of an accident You like a happiness of a doll
I love you every day I love you
You look like the shapes that they make Flowers to see you Wish
