Disgusting party

Every angel deserves a devil, and you found me in the city dump.

You're not evil, no, of course not, a saint and it's all about me.

You are more beautiful than everything around.

We are unlikely to return this summer back, lovers will meet the sunset by the sea.

Call. And the pain pierces the body for the umpteenth time. What a pity that heaven does not care about us now.