Like the roses that ran in the season

ike the roses that ran in the season
Will fall into the heart like that of dreams

It's time to sit in the night
I have burned like a dream of tents

The hour is pink, so far
Like the eyebrows of the first moments

If he is the ocean, then he will make the soul rejoice
Why makes me feel like a syrup

It is impossible to count the house roses
Like my tracks of wound

Remember that those things will still be yours but still
Like closed books placed in shelf

Who knows who you read in the new year
Your quality changes like curriculum

It's fond of still dark eyes
It will be like interesting answers

Margaret of Hagar will knock on Sacrifice
Like your lost dreams, lost dreams