Still I dont care about me No one else owes me You are very young, I miss you , I love you anymore Look, I despair of you, love you how hard I worked so much that I want to People I counted with your white hair My hearts that the subject of fasting You are tired of your heart I got tired of being old. People with your hands I counted my white hair
I did not insist I I sat on your feet
My hearts that the subject of fasting Take your eyes that burn my heart I got tired of being old. with your hands I counted my white hair My hearts that I have a fast -paced subject
