I thought he was the most lover in this world I was anonymous for a lonely heart I was telling me about his love spoke of lovers spoke of lovers He was always full of hot tears and firefighters. It was pretended to
I told myself to be lucky again I told myself that the end was waited I told myself that the helper was away from Diaram I told myself again the spring season It was always full of hot tears and a womans fire. The pretended. It was a pretense
