There are moments when I look in the middle of the night on the glass and see how it rains. I smile ... and I remember pleasant moments in two ...
I hear splashing on the window, it's a creepy sound, I remember your smile ...
And smile again ...
I remembered when I waited for a summer rain ...
And here it is ...
Know? He asks me the heart of you ...
How are you doing where you are, remembering ...
What can I answer?
That all is behind, I do not even know you remember those moments. I do not know what you think, what you plan, who you love, whether you follow me. I have no idea if you ever missed me, or ask you any more.
You have not seen, nor will you see the suffering, it is invisible. You can describe stories in words, but you will not understand.
Heart! She's naive! And so it will always be ...
He asks you again ...
What to say? ...