Georgi, do you know it feels like it's all black? Without seeing the light, friends, fantasies, past, and even self are drifting away.
Before I saw you, I was trapped in such darkness, helpless, helpless and angry.
There are so many tragedies in this world, but I don't understand why all these messes are concentrated on me.
The original taste of life is like this. My head was unsuspectingly pressed hard by reality, and I plunged into the fishy water. I'm struggling in suffocation, but life is like watching me flop meaninglessly like a fucking joke.
John, you are such a weird person.
Obviously owns everything, but still seems to be dissatisfied with everything. When facing each other, you have a nasty voice; when you go your own way, your eyes say everything.
Actually, I am very jealous of you.
You will never know what the past will happen to a person who has lost his country. Nothing, embarrassment, loneliness, betrayed, discriminated against, insulted, expelled. You always think that I am gentle, but only me and my past know the paranoia and craziness behind gentleness.
I have lost my farm, but I will never lose you again.
What is love? What is the opportunity for it to come?
I have no idea.
I only know that I cannot allow others to watch my pain and fragility.
So I went straight to my hell, you who accompanied me directly in the hell, Georgi. What a "strange" existence you are?
You never finish working on the farm, why are you always so patient? Why are you so tender to the lamb? why? why? Your "Gypsy" must have regained the ancient witchcraft.
And I happen to be confused by this witchcraft.
So that I can't get out anymore.
"If I can see you
talk to you
Will make everything okay. "
because
You are the only light in my boundless darkness.
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