There is no time for events,
There is no place for meet.
There are a big uncomments,
There are no things a sweet.
I stay beside my soul,
I look her face to face.
In love, but not in foul,
In touch, but not in grace.
Uncomments, so it easy?
Few reasons to be blame?
Uncomments – fate of city,
Fry pan with life on flame.