Irvan March 6, 1999
I still do my hair blowing in the wind here and there
I closed my eyes there was daydreaming memories
I let my morning cold buried from
September to October
I touch my finger, was headed away from me to your heart
The sky appears blue when I open the window
The smell of the sun through the curtain cracks
Each blowing my breath
remember about you
In this desolate land I'm calling all the inhabitants of heaven
Whether they can tell about you?
In this heart you have shown something special
Moments
together if repeated again?
Next Words = digging--depth--determined.......
