The heart, the migratory swallow of the flying wings , who sits tired in the corner of the nest of
sorrow, the color of the face, the smile of the appearance of hidden pains,
lets shake hands to become one, let us release the sorrows , lets be collected, because the division is the failure of the hearts, the heart becomes sad, my wings and you are the strength and flight of my hand and you is the defeat of sorrows , lets be one and sing together that he went yesterday, Hope for tomorrow
