Wish

Wish 

What's more, not for the dirt 

O adore, we should go to paradise now 

Wounds and people, creatures and creatures 

Clashes are back to front. 

O adore, how about we go 

They can not discover you once more 

In books and rhythms 

In story or show catastrophe 

The world improves 

Since there is no specify of ladies here 

There is no warmth for the mother, there is no nourishment garments 

Moaning all over the place- 

Heartbreaking bothering of the eager cries of agony 

So how about we go. 

How about we escape in the dimness of the night 

Avoid the world without adoration