The poet wants her lover back in life. The poet wants her lover back in life.

This is how love is, Perfection is a delusional vision. This is how love is, Perfection is a delusional vision.

Don't make mistake spoiling your own life For the person who kicked you out from his or her min... Don't make mistake spoiling your own life For the person who kicked you out...

Love is rare, Life is strange. Love is rare, Life is strange.

Isn't it wonderful, Honest and pure... Isn't it wonderful, Honest and pure...

Signs say nothing. The falcon who spoke clear To Canacee cries gibberish to coarsened ears. Signs say nothing. The falcon who spoke clear To Canacee cries gibberish to coa...