Your feeling was the same, it was a short life, a short life, a short life, a smile, the opportunity for a breath, and oh, if I had a hundred years of you, it was like a breath with you, they had the sky with you , if my blood was a cage, the moments of staying in you, if it was early, or if it was late, it meant a moment, the moment of passing an arrow, the moment of your being an arrow was the beginning of a wound from the passage of moments, my beloved wound was silent for death.The feeling of losing you was the feeling of my loss, the moment of burning, this cold wound, death was in my body, there was a good time to have you, whatever it was, it was too much or too little, it was my life that was over, it was a breath, it was a breath, my life was over from you, it was a breath, there was
