Since the time they wish. Cho became a role of mirage All search of heart. The question was unanswered Dont go thirsty. In search of springs Lines of the role of life. Chu was a map of water What a sigh. Sleeping on our lips a thousand lips. The captive was twisted not mystical passion. No poetic enthusiasm romantic. Accelerated in the acceleration not a complaint. Not the story and narrative all the effects of life. Cho Wish to sleep Look waiting for in. He sat down and came to to be another. That the period of the Shabab
