“öyle ölüler vardır ki,
ben onların öldüklerini düşündükçe,
vakit olur,
yaşadığımdan utanırım.”

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”

You’re my friend
I will defend
And if we change
Well I love you anyway