I miss my heart Let me complain about my complaint Who to say my thirsty pitcher When I am a thousand days of thirsty I didnt get tired for a week. Waiting for to drop my drops of crying I swear and restless and unintended I have a heart that preserves poetry and has no choice but to be patient and want to be my crying partner Come see my strange heart
Kuchmun was frustrated A Friday added to you You didnt come and breathe again God caught you another Friday You didnt break the fence. I have a heart that preserving the poetry and has no choice but to be patience and want to be partner of my crying Come see my strange heart.
