My Heart Is In My Hands"
In my day-to-day life.
The Clothes of the Past
I've lost my old thoughts.
The winters of my life are dead.
All the dreams that have not yet come true
Are still in place.
I'm sorry for the old laugh.
My mind's desires are still empty.
I'm worried about the worries.
The paths of desire are still empty.
My heart goes out to the fists of the year
And the seasons have passed quickly.
Sit on the edge of the darkness of the night.
Don't bother with staying in my closet.
Try to stop at the waiting stations;
Bring back the seasons and the seasons.
I was thinking about the faces of the passengers.
Waiting for it is boring.
The seconds are getting longer and longer.
When the flowers open, everything changes in this city.
Emotions should be relaxed and relaxed.
Love birds should travel and not read.
Let's forget about the letters.
It's like a circle of circles.
In the middle of a storm
Don't kill a loved one.
I ran for coffee.
Dancing on my toes.
The Sound of My Ringing
It was a coffee shop.
To get drunk and share my feelings
And rearrange my past.
It's a crazy sound
To get drunk and share my feelings
And rearrange my past.
Desperately, I found a lost voice
In the emptiness of my pained inner void.
I was comforted by the sad sidewalk.
Wrinkles and wrinkles of his old story.
It was just an illusion.
My dreams have been shattered
By the narrator's dreams
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