"I don't know how many times she has loved me and wanted me to die happily. He doesn't know which part of my chest I have reserved for him. One day you will not know. For him, I can count the stars in the sky standing on the open roof on many winter nights. I can lie on the back road in the scorching sun with a stupid body; I can stand on one foot for him for fourteen years. But he has taken away all the happiness that has come in my life, only in his thoughts - can I make him happy? But he thought of something else. ”