...с глупым нетерпением, я распахнула дверь, и увидела его – мое личное чудо...
You know, and after all sometime it will pass. There will be only salty smack of your skin on my lips, hair on clothes, voice to head and the darling, to pain liked smile... Will pass time and I will forget... But skin... The traitress! It remembers your touches at that night... Stores your smell... Stings from my kisses...
