9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Whenever you're bored, my dear
I'm calling you on the phone,
My boredom is passing.
When children fall and cry,
Ugh,
One kiss will pass.
That's how I feel.
You are the most beautiful flower for me.
I'm telling you so.
What a pleasure to watch and talk to you.
To see it bloom like a bud of roses,
Color in the morning.
What was love before you? I don't know.
Just as it is not known before Writing,
He is not loved before you.
I'm opening and closing an era with you.
Like a millennium,
It's like being born.
It's like history begins with you,
Life maybe.
Loving you makes me me.
I can't drink it.
I like to say that
I love you so much.
Kayıt Tarihi : 5.4.2023 18:54:00
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