"Instead"

Spring will come, my again will grow fond of you,

Will you to me it is good, more than ever.

And tomorrow there will be a difficult day again.

I will simply jay down to sleep and i will rise in seven

monings.You are happy, how i?

You will sleep with me?

You trust me for it grow fond of it instead of me

Try to be come it is wife it is lovely

Try to become. It is yours.