- You will look in my eyes and will see ice in it. You will take my hand and will not sustain such cold. You will kiss me, and you will be overtaken with hopelessness. You will grow fond of me and will suffer. You will turn to me a back, and I shall kill you. You still wish to be with me?
-Yes.
...Я забуду о тебе,когда слепой художник нарисует звук падения лепестка розы на хрустальный пол замка,которого нет...
кому нужен пишите в асю...или сюда
Bellial в личку.