Not just sorrow
Not just wounds
What I want to share
The heart of the mind
But there is a likes
There is a dream
What I want to give you
What if you like yourself
Grief struck
It floats down to the soul
Grief is sometimes enveloped
Because the heart does not want to hurt
Likes who is accosted
Touched to the soul
Dreams achieved
It slalu radiates in the recesses of the heart