"I Любовь you. I Любовь you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I Любовь you. And I'm sorry to leave you."
This Любовь kills to me...I do not want any еще Of living my life My life ceases when Ты leave I do not have any еще life And even my постель, кровати Transforms itself into quay of station When Ты from go away... I am sick Completely sick