burned fragments of memory, the memory of sighs, the flame of our bodies in contact. The memory of our kisses, the houses that burned down. You objected to me kissing your body, you were so depressed, and I loved you. With the subtle outlines of your problems, I remembered dying in the abyss. In the depths of suffering and tears. I remembered walking across the charred wasteland again and again. The memory came back, hand in hand, lying in bed. a storm of lost emotions, the looks of other people's souls piercing the heavens, the flames of thousands of hearts. Alive or not with everything, in all these shadows, I'm looking for your happy and proud look. The primary problems go into oblivion, your world is so easy to break, your psyche. Just catch them in chains and kill them. Make them plunge into the depths of despair, because they hate you. They're not worth you, but you love them, do you know if they're worth it? Doom, such a lousy state isn't it?