Life, Life, Life Life, but with you, if I am alone, if I am alone, with my sadness Mourning my fate why my fate was like this Why did my good love come to me I said my poetry Im crazy my hand, take my hand Come back, come back to see you Im dying, Im going to fire
Dont let you regret your love. This heart is only I have to die from Dardit, dont let me be my sadness. Ate why our good love was so bad I said my poem is not colorful I read it until you come back
