Only it seems that everything is paid with money. In fact, everything important in life is paid with pieces of your soul.

I do not know what words to describe. For her, the world is empty and gloomy. Deep grief in the chambers and breathe among every joyous earthly place. To the sun of days unkempt it stretches as if it is an invisible hand, but there is no answer and licks hot wounds in the cell of his sadness. It will be long. Still conceived, the poison has drunk not a lie, until he finds love sincere my soul lonely - my soul ...