Words fall short when the society
sings a moment of tears and tears and tears of atrocities on itself.
Did not think that such a day will ever come.
Saying your own is not a joke or life that detracts like playing cards.
When the daughter goes out of the house,
she hesitates to call it her own;
when she comes home, you come up with the daughter's question.
When the daughter came out of the house, where did she go,
why did she make a mountain of a molehill,
do you ever ask so many questions to the son.
After all, why is hate so much when we know that this world works.
Why do you consider me to be a daughter, a sin and a curse?
Every daughter is a valuable thing that begs God.
Hey!! daughter no one wants but the woman in bed...