A person who is not good at words. A person who looks indifferent. Mental pain can only be expressed through physical masochism, because that pain goes far beyond physical perception. He has a clean and pure heart. What exists is not necessarily what he needs, perhaps the illusion of life. He understood everything but said nothing. He doesn't look up at people, he has a closed ego world. He just needs her.
Infatuation always fascinates me. Write to the Alex in my heart.
Stumbling,
homeless ,
you wandered through countless nights, an
ordinary night
, with blood that fell into her eyes,
you cleansed,
a pure white heart
, met her,
the dawn of the Seine dawned, and you
slept in your arms.
Sleeping beside her on the bridge
you have nothing
You can only pour out splendid flames for her
In a dark world, lead her way
The sky is full of fireworks Dance
freely
You are deep in, but do not understand words The
sky is white But the clouds
are black
Go to beach, go to the snow,
be by my side,
do n't leave Can teach you to forget a stolen raw fish a dance like fireworks
A ring finger that doesn't exist,
you in her eyes,
together , falling to the bottom of the Seine
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