Това всъщност е мое разказче,но е на английски,затова ето го и превода:
Once upon a time there was a feeling called Love.It contained all the beauty and happiness in this world,it made us-the human beings believe that we are strong enough to hold on to our dreams and fight for our hopes.The life was pink,everything was shiny and happy..the sun was even smiling.But there's nothing that lasts forever..'cause one day everything comes to an end,the death takes every breath with it's dark hands and leaves nothing but...Emptyness..That's how Love was killed,a young boy was in love with a girl.She was happy,he was too..but his feelings soon changed and grabbed the Love with it's cold fingers..Love died that day.There was no love,there was only a feeling called Misery-the cold kiss of death.It gives us enough power to live every second,to watch the hours pass away,but it doesn't give us power to feel,to breathe,to be happy...That's how we live now,we live but we are empty,we breathe but we are ...