2022.01.20.
oh london
I don't miss him! My name didn't come up his mind!Otherwise in exile he is far from me!
oh London! mark and how is it?
Who else in humans, his voice makes me go crazy
The fog that hid my imagination
It looks like a place he lived and forgot me
impossible to split I swear its impossible
I know by his heart, yet he loves me
From his eyes I shake and ask for justice
How his eyes in the past killed me
in her sea I wanted him and only him
My feelings are tired because it he reach me
I know that his absent is difficult to reach
If I lost him, how did his heart lose me?
I adore and love him and I imagine his beauty
The lover who is my world belongs to me
Rare descriptions of its goodness and its significance
me missing him has seriously exposed me
London has become the headlines of the letter
Her ink is my tears and the date of wishing