too late

As long as you missed an unfortunate encounter, The mother of a thorn from the forehead is curable Or is it tears from the fading atmosphere of love, And the air in the wings of the chest is afraid and standing on the yard, mouth of myrrh…

Oh, it's too late, so stay the air who broke a promise He said he promised me, and I believed him tenderly and sympathetically Your sweet tongue that tempted me From you delegation has increased my loyalty I fell in love with you so much…