Her Beauty is Torturing to My Eyes


In the morning, I will be dying in the morning
If you hear the language of love, 
Then the misery will change
A running river in a quiet river
If there is an unprecedented flood
In the wind and the thundering in the rain
If you stay on the shore, then you will come back
The river is standing in the lake of the river
The wind does not fall off the air
The river flowing in a quiet river
If there is an unprecedented flood
This is the feminine that has passed on the reed
This is the softness of the cradle in the south of the tongue.

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