You killed me to don't love me
You killed me to don’t love me
My life was disheveled, broken, unloved, forgotten, and cleared
because the love was spiced and smelled of the smell of corpses.
This fragrance is my atmosphere from your memory, the hoped lady
We met on a modern train, and our love, life, and children go far away
You didn’t give light, I couldn’t it, the dark. Loved far in your heart, graveyard
Dear… our stream train is corpses, mass graves. I loved you your sad train
Why didn’t this train transform into a white wedding car?
Because you are envious, you are gloating, and love my suffering
But do not get your hopes up, our wedding waiting for us in Hell
I am dead
Someone
Waiting for you
In the Hell
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