Here love ever flower
No aroma no color
Love ever burned
No heat and no fire
What I think Our lives together .
Our relationship is a stopover
Not a willing service
My departure oh by forced
For a more perfect life
Think about my presence
Only one stopover
I do not promise nightmares as you expect.
Here the sky is overcast
No light shines on me
Here I am not empowered
Follow the word without speaking
Because you know I'm not worthy of you.
Let it not be seen.
Instead of near torture.
Let me grieve from the disputes all the time.
Do not expect me to beg you
