You are crazy, crazy, can there such a separation be ? You are crazy, crazy, is the soul ever sent away the body ? When your summer and spring become autumn When your heart is full with sorrows You will also understand when you are in other’s hearth without me When your summer and spring become autumn When your days call you to account You will also cry when you are in other’s hearth without me
The memories are page by page You are piece by piece in my heart At times go, at last Your love doesn’t let me live, it kills me
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Heart , not hearth . What makes you think that this is a poem, Volcano?
— Mister Micawber
Heart , not hearth .
What makes you think that this is a poem, Volcano?
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