"I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you."
This love kills to me...I do not want any more
Of living my life
My life ceases when you leave
I do not have any more life
And even my bed
Transforms itself into quay of station
When you from go away...
I am sick
Completely sick