In the unspeakable minute in which the true pearl shattered in your dark eyes: I saw shooting stars glow in a garland of halo. And at the same time we did not even notice ourselves, but our hearts became the caring, caring guard of each other! In the lake of my soul, I let your unforgettable face continue to bathe, and we could have been the only sentient, human bond: You and I - it was good to forget the prey of worries and sorrows and leave it behind!

"And now that the delicate veins of your nerve strings don't tingle at your already raging blood, where should I go now instead of your roaring winter-greeted sun-smile." my heart was shattered in a changeable shape for you to reassemble, and now why did I have to, did it be necessary to shatter my wounded self again, to know: I could only have been your toy in your junk, flirting campaign?

Oh tell me! If you can say and confess who, giving up his existence, confessed bouquets of love, happiness, and joy, and what will happen with that novel, what else can you expect? "He was frightened, afraid of my perforated heart, that the only Phoenix bird of immortal flame would never rise again," he said, almost afraid,

his rooted legs tremble when he begins a renewed relationship: The wounded spikes of the former immortal sweetheart still hurt his heart, trembling on porcelain-fragile dreams, one dances with ease! - I can't forget your star crossfire, you can get closer and closer if you move away from me: And even now

you chase my dreams, my resignation, bitter consciousness, self-pity stuck in my throat: Can I go on with Life now without you? I can't listen to the suicidal ease of suicides either.