She tried and torn, and he was cold and gloomy

She tried and torn, and he was cold and gloomy,
And every day I met him with a sweet gentle smile,
He laughed, and at night she dipped into the pillow with crying,
She perceived the piercing cold as her mistake.

Years passed and her ardent interest in him did not fade,
He was madly in love with eternal constant attention,
She was beautiful ... so beautiful, but alas, not ideal,
Like a ray in the realm of the night, the best feelings are recognized.

And one autumn, her eternal interest instantly cooled,
And there was no mockery, no constant sighs, looks,
Another man apparently captured her ardent attention,
And suddenly, constant study became boring at once.

And the eternal cold from now on tormented the torn soul,
And so I wanted a little attention of female kindness,
He immediately realized that he himself destroyed all this miracle,
And drowned the most intimate and precious dreams.