The music was beautiful. I had come with anguish, heartache and fear in the stomach. Reached sad departure. A few minutes later you came, handsome and cool as a cucumber. I had so much heartache. You complained of my face. I wanted to talk about everything: everything that I can never tell you, everything I feel and it should not. You wanted to hang out with me, loved me, you said you were happy and the only problem was my face (long).
The music was beautiful, I imagined that he would mourn (and cried). You looked at me, did not understand anything. You were by my side and I cried as if I had lost forever. And you're desperate. And I cried. And the music was beautiful, beautiful. And I was so lonely there with me, and you by my side, and you were not (as in the song) but squeezed my hand and you gave a peck on the cheek. And the music I opened holes in the heart. And there I was alone with myself and all this shit I do not know how to overcome.
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