You said you were waiting for the trip Its going to be locked (???). So when then? So when then?
This winter is going to be spring Waiting buds A thousand rides So when then? So when then? So when then? So when then? So when then? So when then?
This night Yalda, which lasted a hundred years Sad on every face of the mask , and the stamp is stamped smiles again
The tired wave of tiredness to the beach The rain was wearing The Wall of Landing. The Belbla Commun is released in the sky The sound of laughing from you then when then? So when then? So when then? So when then? So when then? So when then?
