Cottage home of porch of at
One wind rose of to encountered ı
Human like was it talk to become ı
Said ı my like alone if you
One night for love if you
Shoulders of to leaner
One memory from escaping if you
Deep to hitted if you
Or still falling if you
One summer day,one summer day
Any this much colded are you
Wind rose,wind rose
Any death about think did you?
My dream at nameless woman
Quasi my mouth at taste of
Sure ı am that you too self of searched you too
My house of way's me forgot otels of at coldness of at
All this strange feelings
One kind in bleed
Deep to hitted if you
Or still falling if you
One summer day,one summer day
Any this much colded are you
Wind rose,wind rose
Any death about think did you?