CLOVER,,,,,
feels still sting,
The smell of blood,
The roses keep on wilting ,,,,
Surrounded by the smoke of gunpowder, and
Drooping in the middle of a fragile pile of despair,
Palace in a thousand red hat pagari.
reformasipun In exchange of life ....
Eliminate embarrassment ,,,
Because it's a sin ...
But do not forget the history ......
