Sometimes it blows in my heart, the breeze of that spring wants to fly, my soul is a desperate struggle to that distant heaven, my love,🌼🌼🌼

Crows in the rose garden cannot replace the nightingale, my dear angel,love was light, hate was always darkness,💞🌼🌼

I put my love on my voice, it longs to reach you with those beautiful words, jewelers cannot measure the value of your tongue on the touchstone,🌼🌼🌼

If you can’t sleep, send your dreams to that heaven, let’s make love to heaven, the longing of my soul is always in our heaven,💞💞💞