twinkle, twinkle, little star
И чуть раньше вспомянутые Зи слова трансформировались в черверостишье. Здравствуй, зимняя депрессия...
I am a Vulcan. There is no pain.
Only the gray sky that started to rain.
Only the oneness broken and cleft.
Only the emptiness after you left.
I am a Vulcan. There is no pain.
Only the gray sky that started to rain.
Only the oneness broken and cleft.
Only the emptiness after you left.