We're on the "cheers" ended

< Azay



We're on "hurray" ended
Under the crackling silence and pines
Bench, Park, March 9.
Not going to happen, not for a moment longer,
Well do not love, you breathe
And not to meet us more
Feel free to go their separate paths
On the fate of others, as it should be ...
Knead retaliation, dislocation of living
Memories meticulous.
We're never going to happen ...
Just like that. Go away ... no, I'm the first.