Accumulated in the deep blue sea, White-profits. The leaves are thrown, Rains fell, the city too. Over the year passed. There were nights, days, Are there still.
Maybe the world will also be returned to me The sky falls in my hands Clouds come and my heart Your hands are worth in my hands
Swim with me every day the sky unless the absence is dead. Why could not there have been Where are you now
Me buried, I went back every night I always told you, I did Was if I wanted to stop the sadness networks. Door open, maybe you can come to expect that.