
I without you not that I can't,
I can, of course, only in a different way.
To live all life as though I will run,
Changing addresses, acquaintances.
And again I will begin to notice a little,
And every day, as if around.
Perhaps, I will begin to understand more
And to remember how we are close each other.
You without me not that you will die,
You will live, but only differently...
When towards evening you wait for nobody,
And from melancholy about something seldom you cry.
We the friend without the friend can, it so,
But only, you understand, in a different way.
After all happiness not any trifle,
And this happiness - the nobility that you wait for the house.:heart: