Исследователь Жизни
ну вот...заканчивается этот день... ничего хорошего он не принёс...разве что я осталась дома ... заболела... вот сейчас сижу и пью горячее молоко с мёдом и маслом... гадость, но надо... хорошо хоть не облепиховое масло...эт вообще труба!!! за окном темень и мокро...лужи, лужи и ещё раз они...в который раз стараюсь скачать песню расмусов с рмп.ру... херня полная, скорости ноль 
обидно. ещё и ошибки постоянно выдаёт ... вот...
к слову о недавней погоде...
Rain is shouting outside of my window.
Crying, crying. What about?
Whom did it lose in the world of reality?
or maybe it's trying to find?
I don't think that I know all this answers.
But I'm sure, the rain is crying of us.
Our love and relations which were
only illusion of live.
If it was so unreal why
I'm feeling so empty?
Still remember your eyes
and your kiss is still warming
my lips with the shine of lost love.
Can't forget your last words.
They've hurted me like a sharp sword.
My tears have become into salt rain.
обидно. ещё и ошибки постоянно выдаёт ... вот...к слову о недавней погоде...
Rain is shouting outside of my window.
Crying, crying. What about?
Whom did it lose in the world of reality?
or maybe it's trying to find?
I don't think that I know all this answers.
But I'm sure, the rain is crying of us.
Our love and relations which were
only illusion of live.
If it was so unreal why
I'm feeling so empty?
Still remember your eyes
and your kiss is still warming
my lips with the shine of lost love.
Can't forget your last words.
They've hurted me like a sharp sword.
My tears have become into salt rain.