I'm sad. My sadness is big.
Because I'm alone, and a little ill.
I want fly, and see you, my happyness!
I'm happy, it's yes.
But hapiness, it's woman, or man,
Who I want see again.
I want to be an Angel, and don't cry.
I can't. But why?
I want have a big dream, how moon.
I want see it soon.
Offer me this dream good!
It raise my sad mood.
I can tell with you, but you
Not with me, it's true.
I feel hot, sometimes cold.
I it maybe told.
I think about my best friend.
And think, that it the end.
because I feel weakness, and want cry.
I want now, I, think, fly.
I want draw my dream, and go away.
I don't want to be ill again.
I will have tears in my cheecks.
My friends, Come to me please...