Those mountains are blackened Our love is clover. I saw that my old half heart was broken.
I am a clover in the mountains, Clouds cry me Longing for the old half binds me to Dets.
I watched Tonya from the beginning of Akcaabat Because of the old tomorrow, I suffered the world.
Old tomorrow acisu, Hit my heart. At the bottom of every bottle, I'm a fan of durii.
If I were rain in the mountains, I would rain on dry branches. Is it always me, To hopeless loves.
I am a strange stream, the Ararum seas. Indelible from my heart, Traces of old tomorrow.
©shines
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