Oh my tired comrade, O you are my intimate sympathizer on that hot naked smile, an old love, my helpless helper, my wounds, my disbelief, the glass of your heart is broken under the stone of my judgment, I am my friend, I
am my friend, I am with you, I am my friend, I am with you, I am with you, I am my friend, I am with you, I am my friend Take the gift of attachment, fellow traveler, we passed through the roads of memories , we searched the ruins of homesickness in every alley.
