[align=center]You migrated my rare heart and soul
But you are invading my active memory
You bequeathed it a big cruel haul
So it becomes not sad and not merry
Do you regard my feeling as dead as a doll?
And you injured my memory without being sorry?
You started with me with your soft words?
But then you became fond of your invented odds
I think we were too close to each other
So we slotted the heavy rocks by our little fords
But you made these fords go separated shores
And your crazy ideas were more harmful as swords
I feel that sentimentality mocks at us now
Because we ignored frankness and dashed it out
Our near houses became like struggling towns
And you still have nothing but craziness and shouts
One day you will see your tongue as a rusty saw
When your loving misled people will run out
Everybody may commit many faults
Unfortunately, you were my fault
But these faults are teachers
And we are still running like the colts
And we are still enough strong against bolts
But I and you are in love with our thoughts
My memory likes the time in which we started
But it is obliged to forget you at last
And it is not happy because you parted it
But we can solve our problem and cast
Remember that I confessed and talked
And remember always that past is past [/align][/align]
