Merci, c'est tout de suite beaucoup plus claire.
Mais pas évident.
Les gars, sérieusement, what the hell ?
I want them gone.
All of them.
As soon as possible.
All of them.
As soon as possible.
Just come back, just once, please. I'm crying out in the middle of the night. All alone in the cold darkness. Who are you ? Who the heck are you ? I want to know. I want to believe. There's too much confusion. You are different. You are real. You are fucking real. And you are so close. But I have absolutely no idea how to reach you. Just come back. Will you do this for me, even just once.
I live in a city sorrow built.