Dawah is going to burn the forest
Meat body is like kebab kimara
The four-cornered smell spreads to the mind
Nicotine and salt taste
Delusion is confined to the sky
Feeling kite
Across the memorials of memories
Migratory birds travel around
I have waited for ice
Closing the thread
The desire to say the rest
Half of the sky
The pages of the clouds are on the pages
Let's write something today
Travel or visit
The story of confusion in the twilight version
Before the winter, the busy megaphone
Do not know - at least a little bit
