I want to sit like a stranger, sit down a cozy corner, with my lonely lonely and no one I want to see like swallow, the streets of sadness, and I want to migrate
my lonely and sad heart, to the other heart, not to be full of lonely and lonely, and lonely wings. Sit down, with myself alone and no one I want to see like swallow, the streets of sadness, and I want to move, I want to die.
