My ambassador is not happy with you Without you, the lonely poets have been written Ambassadors alone. In the pseudo You are a beautiful feeling that you cant repeat Repeat you like autumn, like a broken sleep on the wall
My ambassador without you Without you, my lonely poets Ambassadors, my lonely hands, and my heart His moments are full of tiredness
on the road to the road. Your name was a song on my edge Remember your excuse in my pseudo Beautiful feeling that could no longer be repeated Without autumn, like a broken sleep on the wall
