My smile in your eyes is gone.
They stifle her not blooming
and nobody's love will not open
a ray of happiness on her to tremble.
And the flower with a smile blooms and dies,
but with charm and aroma proves itself.
Life after death finds,
and spring his name will tell.
My smile without spring will blossom,
though under the bitter and crude rain,
if your eyes wobble
with rays of faithfulness and love ...
Much love - Krisii
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