Do not look at the papers that have changed color, their letters have faded, and their lines have become lost between pain and desolation, you will discover that these lines are not the most beautiful of what I wrote, and that these papers are not the last that were written, and you should differentiate between those who put your lines in his eyes, and those who threw them to the wind. These lines were not just sweet, passing words, but feelings of the heart lived literally by letter, and the heartbeat of a person carried it in a dream, and burned in pain with its fire The change will be very painful when the hearts that you thought were the other part of you change. My tears forced me to wr...
Do not look at the papers that have changed color, their letters have faded, and their lines have become lost between pain and desolation, you will discover that these lines are not the most beautiful of what I wrote, and that these papers are not the last that were written, and you should differentiate between those who put your lines in his eyes, and those who threw them to the wind. These lines were not just sweet, passing words, but feelings of the heart lived literally by letter, and the heartbeat of a person carried it in a dream, and burned in pain with its fire
The change will be very painful when the hearts that you thought were the other part of you change. My tears forced me to wr...