My lady, my lady, you are all and I do not have anything with me, you are more than my body, you are all my people and my work, in the end, like the ascension of the dawn, in your breathing, my breath that has been cut off, the last supper without you may be the beginning night, the earth can be a reason to fly, the last supper without you may be the beginning night, the earth can be a reason for flying,
my lady, my lady in the season of blooming, my season of breaking from you. Dying from you, saying on the branch of your hands that the death of a leaf is in the lurch, this is my falling to the ground, the poem of the curse of the background of the last supper without you, maybe the night is the beginning, the earth can be a reason to fly, the last supper without you may be the beginning of the night, the earth can be a reason for flying, your
departure time can be not the end, it can be the decay of the night, if it is not the hatred of our garden, the last supper without you may be the beginning of the night, the earth can be a reason to fly.The Last Supper Without You may be the beginning of the night , the earth can be a reason to fly.
