I.C.D.K. کے بول

I don't know why I keep my nose in the dead dirt, just because I stepped on a rake once, trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower Oh, you, Oh, me, I don't know why I keep my nose in the dead dirt, just because I stepped on a rake once, trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower I see decay, in the coming days. I don't know why I keep my nose in the dead dirt, just because I stepped on a rake once, trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower