We'll laugh at our melancholy later.

We don't order life – we don’t have a waiter!

Our life – is a series of black and white…

Give me all your weakness and pain;

I'll wipe your tears away with love and slow…

I'll never judge You! Dear, do You know!..

Live – still long remained; clear up your sane!..

His mouth, however, curled into a smile;

Yes, it's scary to watch – so twisted.

He was only abused and insisted,

He was so affronted, He wanted to die…