I and you and the day and night of the blur and the dripping of the pug is like every night and my eyes are Without you just stepping me. I give my soul again to your heart
(I wish you were going to come back You didnt see a captive Umrah because of your eyes. You went back to You havent seen a capture of suffering because of my eyes. Why Take the Tears of Sadness again
Breath of Zenon I miss the streets. What do you like my torn eyes. From the perspective of this and that night I cry like my soul I will give you my heart And my pain is because of your eyes. I didnt)
