A piece of fabric that can make it stick
Silence lies stiff
Simple dress with seven strings
Sleeveless destroys the sense of arrogance
Grabbed the eye valve staring away
It will no longer be stretched, everything has vanished
When a simple plain dress is twisted
The image is miserable
Without a pair of pants
Bembingkis dress of solitude
In a narrow space
Limited album memories friends
Nyatra is just a name on the headstone
yourself with the deeds of deeds
That is ready to be accounted for