While
The world's most beautiful map is yours
Come in the mouth
I am shouting that cry?
Understand you
When you went too rush,
Leave your locker's suitcase
Or go from rickshaw to your
The scales are trapped
Then you are so smart that you are mine
It feels more like.
When you call me to hurry
In the wrong name
Find the rhythm of wrong poems
It seems to me that the rush hour
I love more
