Whose idea was it that made me indulge in a man's fantasy and sleepless nights. Whose promises make me switch between reality and fantasy, but I can't find the link.
For so many years, I often thought about it.
I heard from a friend that day that you had come, to the place where we had been together. There's a big tree there, it's not hot in the summer; there's a building there, it's not cold in the winter; there's me there, there's talk and laughter, every day you feel that you haven't had enough time, it's too late to say goodbye, it's dark.
Who says it's not! The two people who were hit by hormones opened their mouths for a lifetime. I heard that there are more fierce mouths that are ten thousand years. I believe that all the good in the world is set for you in this moment.
Years later, the thoughts seem to blur our appearance. But now the trees are more and more leafy, and it is others who are cool under the trees. The building is still standing as before, able to shelter from the wind and rain, but unfortunately...
The geese know how to fly south, but you are gone and have cut off all the news. I've been there, and unfortunately, we just crossed paths.
Very good! It's okay! That's it!