We are faced with several symbols of destruction.
When abandonment is improper
Dotted with nodes that closed the door again.
keep repeating until we no longer meet sincere love.
With mean, chest proud liver crushed lust.
without insulation, we are led through hypocrisy crown.
About endless stories, ups and downs of tears, to sickening confessions, to sincere blured, to the face of old scabies, until you die in a hug.
Exactly, like the age of our love.