– As the wind cooks the wheat fields you cooked me and separate the grains like this go by straw. You separated me from yourself.
– Hear something, say something for your self. Wave of wave of life sarita, dear here to be destroyed. The coincidence is momentary, then what do we know where we are and where are you dear. Take it together for a moment.
– Oh soul! This watch is yours, take your free flight silently.
– we will say what all this will say. If there were no tears in my eyes. We would have become mad at same point. Liver would have been cut into hundreds of pieces. There is so much effect of colour on the souls. When the heart cannot bear severe shock. By forgetting all kinds of destruction. Tears in my eyes she’d like blood