Good luck! No need to
I wonder if it will ever be entertained
In the deep voice of my soul,
When you know who you really are.
You inspired my pen
So that I can sing the song you remember,
You are in my palm
Has first dreamed a dream.
Forgive you for saying that
You are the god who inspired me,
You opened up my feelings
Of the secret and the first door of affection.
But sin is the work of suffering
You will count as you love
And if my temper makes you angry
I would count it a dream.