To forgive those who do not serve their intentions,
He was tying it to his father on the dock, and he was handcuffing it with a rope.
The whitewash of the ropes was missing,
The threads would break.
It was the honor of the captain,
To abandon this ship.
It cost the crew,
Recover the related.
Kayıt Tarihi : 28.8.2022 20:28:00
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