I Will Die If I Lose You,

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

I Am A Man, And Nothing That Concerns A Man Do I Deem A Matter Of Indifference To Me.

The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal Of Love.

He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep On Sunday.

By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My Honor, And Hide A Flame So Black From The Daylight!