Stealing dates behind the walls of the houses
Sending kisses from thousand miles
Looking up to the sky in the middle of the night from the window of your chamber hoping your other half is looking at it . at least to feel him close
Praying for him in a low voice , afraid of anyone hear his name inside it
There is no room of love inhere
Since we are still here
You can do nothing
We have to live with it
Hide your love so it can't be taken
Or they can take your life
The choices are limited
You love = you die
Directly or indirectly
How sad , we are obliged to kill ourselves by our own hands to fit in this sick society .