Sad Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you, my dear, with temple prayer
Dreaming of a Sunday morning
My sorrow has returned without you swinging
Since then, Sunday has always been sad
Tears just drink my bread in grief ....
Gloomy Sunday
Last Sunday, my dear, come
There will also be a priest, a coffin, a mourning cloth
You can also expect flowers, flowers and coffins
My journey under flowering trees is the last
My eyes will be open to see you again
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I bless you dead ...
Last Sunday
Invited by: Abhiram
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June 07, 2024 | 128 | +1 | +0.8% |
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