O, it’s bad luck to be me!!!
I can’t find anyone to set my soul free.
I can’t understand why do i steel refuse,
You, to become my eternal muse.
it’s also a really bad luck to be you.
Your love is invisible. It hearts you,
— That’s true!
And it’s an incredible luck to be us.
What’s bad in that luck? I know…
It’s the word «past»…..
