Want to know how we fell in love:

In my case, it fell to the end. Falling to the end, and, alas, often

That's what I did when I was young.

And always with particularly childy men

Immature, gloomy, or shyly kicking dead leaves:

Baranchin's model.

I have never seen them as merely a remake of the same thing.

I, with stubborn Platonicism,

Every time you tick a straight hook, you see only one thing:

I refuse to specify the terms.

However, mistakes made when you were young

Makes me hopeless, because one mistake after another,

It's like the truth has been proven over and over again.

But here you are, I feel something beyond the prototype

True broad-mindedness, Lottical pie and earthly love

It's the complete opposite of my nature. That's good

I pray for good luck here.

Pray unreservedly, as it did then.

And you are with your wisdom and cruelty

Slowly teach me that the word is meaningless.