How could there be a way out by drowning in the scene And she was standing in the way Beautiful and tall The eyes were a little bigger and brighter It was filled with a little love of mascara. Like a mountain inside It rains on a paradise earth. Thus his eyes were opened to the power of the Lord. I looked into his eyes He closed his eyes Like rain comes from a room window and the window closes. That's how she was stabbed. Her hair was a little springy from her hair. It was as if the moon had risen in the darkness. And as if he wanted to raise his hand and say something. Before that, her bangles talked to me....