Listens to cheap Synth-Pop fleetingly,
look at the photograph of a diva while fearing gentleness,
get drunk on Chilean wine to forget it,
and I realize that I'm not inspirational anymore.
Carry a cat in my arms by whim,
after bite chocolate smells the sentimental cinnamon,
something is helplessly
something satisfies me,
but maybe I might be hopelessly sad man,
because I was born on such a cold day of December,
maybe,
till now,
from now on,
eternally,
without you,
miss you...