Last thing that of my heart

The sand which the slow lesson excessively is made for studying,
The sand being made,
The [ma] of the eye the reason which does not mean the fact that as for the can over there my mind
By your hand of your hand which it turns,

There is no word of farewell with has departed with going back and forth
And is as for me who am not the rear remaining mark
Rather than not being able to know dearly high,
It was last thing of the non- human feelings my heart

Which I have known well and is this which I
Who because of the thing which goes many am obtained have known
And this which I have known directly for the weed
It does not go in order is brought up steadily, to rejoice you do not have to go, in order

* for refrain

I to be my bed during morning, without you a-borning without you
Who die you it is not, depending upon each song of my chest
There is no you,

* the person of refrain

Most love was last thing of that my heart