I expected you to understand, thank you for killing me.
Your importance of love was conceived, and my lips used to be that smiling route.
I'm coming home beloved, stale and gray.
Prepare my coffin; nothing is greater than falling into your bearing, the water will drain, the deserts will spread, say something, I'm so close to you, I'm so close to my final rendezvous.
I expected you to understand.