Bleak wind of my heart Initial haze like some undercurrents of feelings, has been hovering around me. Suddenly dusk, sunset drift panic I disturbed in front of you like streams. Desolate street Walker singing, like balderdash I pray to you, I can not rely on no one to depend on the broken compassion not as good as we make a deal to mortgage my soul to you, although it is certainly extremely heartbreaking , absolutely can make me crash. I am waiting, waiting for one look forward to my ideal is crazy. Inadvertently, we have old, the only time that liberal debauchery, nothing of love, thoughts can not be separated from the homes.