And if it rains you, I am a cloud
and wind will hate it when you dovya
my tears.
Your wall bitter night in his sleep
and my passionate lovers
are my nightmares, which every night is love
since the split.
And if you gave, I am sun
and their beams of light will wake up
sanenite your eyes.
Sweet your day,
Uhaya of vanilla and fragrant cloud
they intoxicate and drive to lose.
But do not forget who you are and who I am.
Two failures. Radically different.
