...I will depart and give everything to you...you must not know about me
that I am such a fool...in this melancholy mood...
because I got tired of myself, my sadness- my poison...
my tired heart, my solitude...you must not know that I am so insecure...
the disease that I called Love ,I still beleive
I think foolishly I can make the cup not feel empty...I will be the one filling the Cup...