Yesterday / the Beatles
Time when unhappiness is surely got over comes to the distance of all
unhappiness only at time even though unhappiness is there now.
It was sudden.
I have become lonely.
The dark unhappiness of which it had a presentiment in the corner of
the mind visited.
I do not come again that young every day when only childish
selfishness was said to her if why she has gone, and she thinks now
since it is sure to have wanted to live more.
The passage of time is a place of repose to forget the past in a
necessary one for me that does even transient love like the phantom.