The wife life

I look at the mirror and see their a crying girl
sad and shattered,she is tired and lying on the floor

I laugh at her,the hundreds of li'l big things to finish,the life to live before I die....

she is dying to talk, and I watch silently
and worst,she is dying to love and to be loved
what a pity!what a pinkish feminine creature!

I look again and see there a sea...
I forgot..I loved to watch the moon when it rains over the sea....