Dear ones, friends, ladies are wiped out like slate writings.
I’m still alive with great honour
I claim my share with my presence
I don’t want to wait until eternity
I’ll make you cry with snowy caress.
Dear ones, friends, ladies are wiped out like slate writings.
I’m still alive with great honour
I claim my share with my presence
I don’t want to wait until eternity
I’ll make you cry with snowy caress.