2022-02-24 17:56:19andymandy
Hamid Hiraad Tishe
I saw him after a lifetime of separation, I saw him with white hair with love and hope His laughter was the same as the share of others, oh, without me, God He was tired and half dead ... Love is the forehead of every unclaimed lover, love is the depth of worries and the cure for passions Your love is separate from the rest of the world and man. What can I do to stay away from sorrow? It's not my right to strike an ax into my heart and root in the heart of my career lover I'm next to you ... It was not my right for this jealous city to separate me from you. What can I do? What can I do? It's not my right to strike an ax into my heart and root in the heart of my career lover I'm next to you ... It was not my right for this jealous city to separate me from you. What can I do? What can I do?