The secret power of a summer night
begins the evening comes the power to flow,
until it generated roaring rapids.
I once dream man
I look forward to my life, from morning
sunrise him to lose.
August to raise the pain inside me
with a fever, and for a moment I
I imagine the autumn fall colors.
Curb need to cool my forehead,
fever inside me rises
as the summer night mist morass.
I must point in time healing
sleep to run. The fever delirium
I almost got you
to recognize how much
you secretly love.
Ei kommentteja:
Lähetä kommentti