Hello it's me ,
I want to talk to you,
I want to say that I ...
I love you.

But no... I can't...
Please understand...
Oh, no... forget, I may regret...
I cannot hear the word NO from you...
What if it's YES...
Then I'll just say:
Hello...It's me.
I want to talk to you...

When love is being born,
The world is announcing,
The blooming birth of love,
That's unstoppable, racing.

Love is like a storm,
Intruding into your heart,
Infuriating passions,
Building bridges inside.

But, sadly, sometimes...
It can't find its own home.
In the hearts of two people,
Where love shall be grown.

When two hearts don't meet,
One goes left, one goes right.
The power of love fades,
Dwelling deep, deep inside.

Do you hear it?
The sounds of footsteps are coming from afar.
- But where are the people?
I can't see them so far.
I hear only footsteps coming from afar.
-Yes, you won't see them,
Don't make a lame effort.
When a human soul is exiled,
The body of a person, clear like a shadow,
Browses in the dark...invisible, silent.
And only from afar, with the sound of footsteps,
Rumbling as if moaning of the loss of their souls.

The difference
three little words
can make.

What are yours?