Мне нравится моя жизнь. Нравится, что я независима, свободна. Но иногда все то, что я ценю в моей жизни, превращается в одно слово. Одиночество. В такие моменты очень хочется плакать...
I like my life. Love that I'm independent, free. But sometimes all that I value in my life, the turns into one word. Loneliness. In such moments I want to cry ...
I like my life. Like what I independent, free. But sometimes all that I appreciate in my life turns into one word. Loneliness. At such moments, like crying ...
I love my life. Like the fact that I am independent, is free. But sometimes all that I appreciate in my life, becoming a single word. Loneliness. In such moments I cry ...