I'm here.
Every day I have my own night
My own night
My own night
It seems that nature is not like that and everyone knows why
Why
Why
I open my eyes early and see a bright day
Bright day
I can't get out of it,
I'm stuck in the mud under it
Life is lifeless like a Ferris wheel
Lemon tree stands on it.
There will be a people
Maybe you will be weak.
Take the head
We are the ones who are young.
If the sky is a vacuum,
if the wind is a clean wave,
then it is necessary,
necessary,
necessary,
necessary,
necessary.
And the next day,
let it be better,
it is necessary,
necessary,
necessary,
necessary.
The snow is a bottle of wine,
the soul is crying for it.
In the eyes,
you are a beautiful sand,
and our memory is a fog.
There are no shadows in the eyes of others,
there is no one,
there is no one.
The snow is a bottle of wine,
the soul is crying for it.
In the eyes,
you are a beautiful sand,
and our memory is a fog.
There
are no shadows in the eyes of others,
there is no one,
there is no one.
The foggy land, the foggy land,
the foggy land.