This love does not seduce me anymore, so get rest and release me quietly. If that love is as fickle as I saw, it is better to stop loving me.
I spent half of my life walking On the road that you hold between your breasts And I am still lost, searching for an exit door Looking for any way out and I still have no idea how a young breast in their childhood age Threaten men and sky peaceful condition.
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