Life of a game from Razieh Cloud Grone my heart my heart I cant satisfy my heart. Glum is a pain in the pain neither spring nor a flower fall yellow autumn The heart who doesnt care about life I dont have a familiar dialogue My shadowless my heart Sadness I miss my wings and pierced I have a little bit of my heart Shadow my shadow in my my hand sad and cold in the glum a pain neither spring nor a fall yellow autumn The heart who doesnt have the heart of work I dont have a familiar dialogue I dont have a diet and my heart
