Mysterious Man
O you! Mysterious man on the roof,
Who do you serenade? Spit it out!
The flowers in your hand are very pale,
You can be the target of a sniper
Look at the sky! İdiot man,
Even the birds are laughing at you,
What are you doing on the roof?
Your voice like a crow.
Damn or are you in love?
Methings a sniper has already hit you in your heart.
Moreover, this is a woman.
I see. Do not be mad at me.
O you! Mysterious man!
Birds should also be ashamed now.
Just like me. So sorry!
Best wishes!
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