We're your bells.
I see the yearning
through the open door so wide
I stand on upset times
as can be described in beauty
Sadness accompanies
only the one who hasience
I wish more and more dreams to come true
My white day
Your white voice
From which side should I look at you?
Everyone has their own day
Each one Huilesheier in name
Let the myth task-vase
Nebraska classical piano solo
but
the
...
from which side will I be watching you?
On each day,
on each night the world would be heard,
that's what I've been told by the bully himself.
