We are all thin and clean teenagers. Yeah?
You are by my side, we are always untouchable. Those eyes and smells, those colors and lines, those moist sounds like mist, I have forgotten which ones are real and which ones are my fantasies and dreams.
The only thing I am sure of is that you have taken away the freedom of my love.
Such sweet sorrow, dear, my boy. You will remember my rosy kisses, you will remember my long hair, you will remember my fingertips, you will remember my cold breath.
Everything is as expected, but as simple and decisive as a one-way ticket.