The wasted years have passed so slowly,

Without connection to my only.

I will not live without you near me;

Love cannot fit inside a theory.

The end is near defining lonely;

Is anybody there to show me? …Show me? …Show me?

Скоро выздоровлю и снова начну рисовать безэмоциональный псевдо-реализм. Яхо.