It's been a long time since I've seen you, like today, who's going to see what the hell is going to do to your eyes, the pain in the light snow that shakes my insides.
Who knows who would smile and heart life
Who will accompany daisy-scented tea
I can't take it out of my mind
My last Notification
And the green eyes that resemble the last rose season
Heart a big fortune
Cold, desolate, breathless
Just like that. . .
John Oliver . .