Our market is a graveyard ... of women whose souls have died ... but their body is still alive

Only those people stumble on the paths of life ... who walk with a tall posture

Every prostitute is a dead body

I know how to cure for my sorrow heart ... I'm someone who lives and also knows how to die

The flower garden blossomed when spring came ... my eyes were able to see the light and my heart was at peace ... this is an interpretation of the dreams that my heart had seen ... now even I was able to have faith in life ... let the god of flowers always be happy ... the one who has come in the garden of my life as spring

Until now I wasn't aware of my ruined house ... when you came only then I was able to see my destituted house