To write about love does not look like me, to think of death I do not want more, life is running monotonously in idle days and in nightmares. And I think I'm optimistic, I love life, I pray for him, but a grim thought does not suppress, leaves me without power and without will. No, I do not have to surrender now, with spirit I will seek strength in me, life will not be forgotten I will be glad of every day's gift.
