The way to the alley of whistles and the furnace The way to the alley of the whistle and the furnace until the morning of dawn, we were sad and only far from Ashion I wish to go back to the house Sorry of Spring Flower Waiting Spring Flower. Going back to my house
In my eyes I am in my hands A Umrah who is a city of unbelievable city where his name is like a home Ashish in my veins like a house like a pride of a kind today Back yesterday The way to the alley of whistles and furnaces The way to the alley of whistle and the furnace until the morning of dawn. We were sad and only far from Ashion I wish we were back home today.
