I wear a simple faded cotton jacket on my lose skin. I wear a simple faded cotton jacket on my lose skin.

My eyes, the window, that opened wide, Looking at the real genre of love. My eyes, the window, that opened wide, Looking at the real genre of love.

Sound of thunders seemed to the only fear that easily took me to mother’s lap. Sound of thunders seemed to the only fear that easily took me to mother’s lap.