He did not give me flowers ever
He was not mine and he was an accidental.
And from me to him like three miles above the earth.
And I do not understand why I miss him
And he didn't become neither hand or shoulder for me
He just watered me tea when it's cold all around
And I don't understand why it's so ardently
And I do not want to, but perhaps I miss him
And he did not become neither enemy nor wing.
He cut in front of my air ball involuntarily
And he burned me. And he fell into a reverie from this heat
And I do not understand why it hurts so much
It seems to me, I'm starting to forget him.
And even I notice other people's steps.
All burned down. Remains only "nothing."
And I do not understand why I miss ...