For every female
The goodness was ... mysterious it was ... crazy it was .... whoever it was
Be you, not his shadow

In my memory I write a story and a story about separation, read it to my heart at night, and I comfort him with it so that the pain will not kill him. Finally, autumn passed, followed by winter.

The woman’s heart does not change with time and does not change with the seasons .. the woman’s heart is long fought, but it does not die. .