I'm sitting at the bottom of the tree of patience
I'm counting the days and the mistakes
Look,another season changed but you are not again
Don't you miss ?
A door and a few stairs
Morning greetings from several neighbors
The expected return is so hard
The expected arrive is so hard
I shot the beauty of love back
I am hiding your name in the eternal poetry zone
I didn't throw your things,look they're waiting in place
I can not understand, do you?
A door and a few stairs
Morning greetings from several neighbors
The expected return is so hard