In what way should I look at people?
I cannot decide.
If I laugh on one side, the other side will immediately regret it.
As if it wasn't enough ..
There is a fleeing woman who left the loneliness in front of my door.
I also left love to her.
The door did not open nor was love alive.
Love died in the snow in the winter.
Loneliness is now at her best age.
You burn me, I smoke.
Is your life as much as a match?
Hardly burn?
Can you do anything else?
Let him hug someone else, you smoke.
He has a problem, listen to his smoke.
This is our last song
I am comfortable now