And she said, the photographs you take,
there are no people in then.
and in the paintings you paint,
the trees, they have no leaves,
and the songs you sing,
they have no words,
and in your eyes,
there is no life,
and I said to her, that is because
my heart, if feels no love,
empty,
so empty,
unloved,
so unloved,
alone,
so all alone.
