I'm flying to you. I'm coming. I will kiss your hands, neck, lips. Inhale the smell of your hair. Watch as you smoke, cook you some coffee in the morning. In the evening you sing me a song with a guitar on the roof of the house by candlelight. But sometimes we quarrel and quickly put up. To touch your eyelashes when you are asleep it is my happiness. In the evenings, I'll call my parents and tell them I love them very much and miss you. I'm coming for a long time.