Your heart is the heart of the bird Your skin but, the skin of the milk Zendon Teno Release O bird, Fill Take the Green Tone Forest Behind the Plain of Head On the dark day Behind this bright night to believe it should be be somewhere Tiredness Take a chest For worries, Die for Sadgate Die Your heart Birds heart your skin but, lion skin
Release Zendon Teno Bird, Fill Take Lonely Lonely Word The first and bitter letter Still
Loneliness maybe a way is a way to infinite
The everlasting tale Hijra and migration but in this way that is not all except for thorns and wheezing
