I am in the world that I am the dearest for you The sky under Pamam if I am with you I am always with me I am always familiar with you that you are all separate I still worry about not saying my word Data O dear tribe, with you from a land from you to the day after again, with you the most oath I still worry about saying my words This is a lifeline I want to come Bad and good one, my hand was in your hand Old Home, I am from a dust and a root I still worry about not saying my words This is a tumor I want to come.
