And ours finish words soon had been consumed
As who atheistic fire to letters badly written
And ours you finish words soon had been destroyed
As who tears tickets of somebody that you don’t love

Our flame was soon extinguished
As who say good bye to an enemy
our possibility was wasted
As who writes a rejection to somebody you hate

Some remaining portion of compassion in the hearts
And I write you without love a none
I wash the dry mud of the tennis
And the young woman asks which the mark of my shirt

The teacher question me what happens with my writing
The doctor says of the same subject
The young woman says to me lacks meat in the hamburguer
Why do you not forget me!