Today you live in the dead body of the thread,
The noisy days are sung my breath.
My reflection on the loneliness, standing in cornice
Today my blue sky sky in my canvas
I have been in the morning, no obstacles in my nets,
Write my epitaph,
I am in love with you - that is my curse?
Dark bunds,
Awakened by me in the night, I heard the thunderous roar of silence,
My voice was loud and loud.
I'm running a cyclone to burn a lamp; I do not see you there.
Have you been in the history of crying, you are crying?
Tell me, are you that?