Thinking about the woman , who used to wear mini skirts and had black hair.
The one who used to lay on the bed and laugh loudly...
and then thinking about you who think about the woman who didn't use to wear mini skirts , or even skirts at all , and had no black hair.
The one who used to lay on the bed and cry quietly...
The bed under which lived a short snake , a short snake who used to shower daily and laugh for no reason...
Don't open your eyes... It's been years that there's no woman lying on the bed...
Even the snake is gone...
A track of it's dried saliva has remained under the bed...
I am gone too...
And no woman has black hair anymore...