You're healthy,
that's healthy,
at least your head is healthy,
but when you come out as a,
grey you come alive.

I was the one who stopped and said to myself,
is it reality or just a dream?,
And you still love me as much as yesterday.

I don't need to send you away.

What would happen if I didn't send you away?,
I curse you, bone-eater,
but I also love your anger,
which you hide inside your beauty.

We exchange our joys,
together.

I can't say I love you,
they are the same words.

And even if the words are the same,
I would like to be a thousand times and then again,
to believe that I love only you and your mouth.