For me, the past has been written, all my stories were desires, I wrote to him, it was a desire for you , but for me, it was a breath
, I wish you didnt know, I wish you didnt know, I looked at me like a
bunch of insignificant dirt, you fell under my feet , I wish there was no sound of your heart, I wish I hadnt said it until the time of June, I wrote with you, everything
was over , I wrote that my life was deprived, I wrote, I wrote a lot, I wrote the candle to the wind, it was written in my heart, the lust died. I wrote that I had not tied my heart in the cage of the man of
Shashki, I had not lost my life to your eyes, I had simply been deceived by your words,
curse me, which I easily broke with one glance , I tied this crazy heart to an escape and simple way.
