She's the one who knows english.

We aren't interested at all.

Breath. Now you can write.

Hi.. I've been slept for days, comming and going again for seconds.

I can see you there, sitting on the bed, with your black and white jacket, with your tender eyes staring at me.

Not looking in my eyes, just staring at nothing.

I can see your wings in my imagination's imagination. Big white, svelte wings.

And you're just real, truth. And there isn't any necklace or ring which could fix better with you than..

that big white.. svelte wings.