I am so pleased with you that a child in the morning of Eid Swallow in the spring coming to you I am so keen that the child is in the morning of Eid Spring in the spring
and I see you so in your mirror
Except for the blossom of the head except the sun is not a coffin day on the cloud shoulders that rains the rain on the horizon
So much that the stars are all loved all love ... and youth in the rain!
