Sometimes I make the truth
I see and reject myself
The killer tries to take me away from a long time
I help her to die
Such a vow comes down after midnight
I make a whole house in a damp
The thorns hurt often my lips
I kiss so much kissing flowers
Whenever I get a picture, fine picture
I often make flowers floral
Mitham also has to obey my enemy
Keeping and documenting the texture
