I, who know that one night, my life will come to an end, my turn of silence will come easily and easily, I know that as long as I am busy with my life, how cruel and hasty the destructive death will come,
so why, then why should I not love, then why not love, I who know that there is no credit to the world, there is no promise between death and man, there is no promise or agreement , I am the one who knows the deadline, The uninvited and the intrusive come and there is no escape, so why? Then why should I not love? Then why should I not love?
I know that one night, my life will end, it will be my turn to shut down, so why should I not love? So why? So why not be in love? So why not be in love?
