@Khanbaloch 8 August 2020 more from that month

I see You Everywhere

She prays for me to live like this every day But it mixes poison in its accent I saw springs boiling with rocks Whoever wants to, pays to cry I still get a voice from her If love is true, then it is crucified The night lives in an old memory Every new day, a wound, gives a new one I want to see my own reflection The mirror shows me your face