I had said that if you go back, the sadness goes out of your heart and dity After that without you sitting one day, my cold hands were holding you but I saw your hand, you said you wouldnt come back but I saw your hand, you said I would not be left. You came to the world but I saw your hand, you said you wouldnt go away. Youre not home to my grave Come to my good days, my hand wants to warm up your hands, the angle in my junior
I said if you go back to see the role of the sadness in my mirror You know here in this sad house, I didnt look at you. Sard, you said that those days would not come back
I said if you go back to these windows, your name is left The story of your coming open only in this darkness of the nights Without you to stay in my algebra, my patience is my home, my house is not home. Come on to come to my good days, my hand wants to warm your hands, you are fire to fire.
