I removed the fine pictures from the wall
I hid the tea glass on the shelf
I folded everything you were wearing one by one
A drop of tears fell so I couldn't open it
Your scent flew away from the open windows
I never sang the song you loved
I'm not afraid of evenings without you
Forget my beloved, I couldn't miss you
You mischievous winds blow Now
I threw the burden of love off my shoulders
What I thought was you was maybe my heart
I'm glad I came back to the beginning of the road From the beginning
Of the beginning of the road

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