The first time I was stirred
In every word you say
When the night has come
Sometimes I want to write down all the feelings
The word longing is beautiful
But for me this is torture
For a moment I Thought I just hated you
But hard I hate
Close my eyes when I want to breathe
In my mind I am in one
The crossroads are hard to pick
I hug all my life beautiful
The lessons I feel are very sincere
There is and no love for me is not why
But there are half lost
My self