I am a bad boy, happy people.
You cheated on your cheeks with a little bit of satisfaction.
To keep your future counted in poetry.
I remained lonely night and night.
Yet I did not understand that there was a net for my love.
Which I snatched me like the river Meghan from the Vita ground;
I still did not want to get hurt, Ragging.
Yet you have found me.
How much more will suffer.
There is a lot of pain on the right side of my chest.
All of the unknown diseases are tied to my body.
Still love you
Go to the last blood point of love.
Be good love