Oh, yeah.

You're weak in love.

You give me nothing, my wife has love.

And I walk alone now, thinking of you.

I'm a real one time, nothing in.

is new.

This is the silent time, to be supported by me.

This is the silent time, time to be alone.

This is the silent time, times, piece of march you come, is the sign of the times, don't you feel alone?

Why do we go on with this useless love of birth, when it seems to me that you don't really care.

I realize now nothing is new.

Time to live my life without you.

Without you.