And sometimes it happens
And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then you are not friends and then friendship has passed and whole days are lost and among them a fountain empties itself. And sometimes it happens That you are loved And then You are not loved And love is past And whole days are lost And among them A fountain empties itself into the grass. And sometimes you want to speak to her And then You do not what you speak to her Then the opportunity has passed Your dreams flare up