Do you have the taste of this spice?If you step out of hereWhere is the scar?No one wants to live in the memory of a drunk personWhere is the scar?No one wants to live in the memory of a drunk personThe memory of a drunk personThere is no flower and cloudNeither color nor colorNo one wants to hurt themThe memory of a drunk personNo one wants to live forever in the memory of a drunk person.No one wants to live foreverin the memory of a drunk person.
