I’m scared to love you after all, if we whole – I half a person. I’m defective, after all, if we whole – I half a person. I half a person… I half a person. I’m not following suit as black bride. Your eyes as blade of knife, Pierce me slowly I don’t have powers to leave you And together with you my soul can’t live Don’t change crosses into X’s – Because in final will be equally Incongruous… My lowliness is unrequited, Unanswered… The wind don’t give me rest at the night, It won’t calm down and won’t take me with it in the daylight. My loneliness is unrequited.