I have forgotten the exact numbers
How many times have I said your name in a longing pound
Which I put on the leaves
Those who are now falling withered
Until finally I rubbed my chest and tears
At the time of the north wind preach
You do not find him
On every trace of memories
Despise the soul
There is still hope that is pending
That is blocked by distance and time
which froze my longing and longing
I dress in a vase waiting
Expect the glow of the sun to glow on the faces of longing
Back filling each other between fingers
Together we will take a day walk...