Kasimova Parizoda
The life of a butterfly is one day
Isn’t it hard for him?
Thinking of living one day after all
Is not the biggest concern
I thought once
A butterfly has no heart
Doesn’t he cry
It hurts even if he has a heart
I have a question
Don’t come
They are also each other
I will hurt your hearts
βοΈ Kasimova Parizoda the douhgter of Fakhriddin