M seconds have passed since the first time you touched me.
It was in the beginning was bright and Acsiho second became dark. But not lost our way.
I held you tight, and even red scratches were left on the skin,
And looked on each other
Did you see yourself there in my Eyes,
And I saw the two of us yours.
We stepped up down together
And the time was alone across borders, without asking if it is possible.
We felt we wanted,
I was hoping.
M seconds have passed since the last time I heard 'love'.
I held you tight, and now scrapes red to black, and I lost my way.