Tell all the windows to say that it is high All my existence and soul and heart in the trap is a look at the look that I have seen in my dreams I heard his songs and stories from my love I didnt look at my head to my feet Sleeping to this day and not in love) Now I love the semester and the moon in love with the semester The glass of my life with your love At first glance in your burn At first glance to burn III, IIII, IIII II
You have a simple and baby buddy Why is the shadow of Bonn for me;
The first look of burning to my feet I was as if I had fallen asleep to date (the first look of the burning of the fabric and the fabric. The semester The glass of life of my story with your love (the first glance, burning) (first glance, burning)
(IIII, IIII, IIIIIII) At first look at burning your first look III, III, III, Surveyor II first glance
