Do you remember that day? You took the trouble of teaching way of cutting of the wrist tone. You were cutting the write repeatedly. Is the damage grief? But I was not able to ask it of you. She died. The life without an answer. Meaning without it's everyday. There is not the reason that dies for me. Now... I lost my words. What did you find? There is not a courage in me. You don't know that New York burnt. The people without a crime even today die. Tomorrow is getting dirty. I love you "wrist cut girls" shit. My life is empty. How many such night did I spend? I remember it all too well. I'm dying to see you. I love it "special pain" I love it "fuck'n hate" The first streaks of light began to glimmer in the eastern sky again... I was so careless that I forget to get off at my station.