𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰,
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔱
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱, ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢.

𝔇𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔲𝔭𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲?
𝔚𝔥𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔪?
'ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔦𝔩 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰
𝔓𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪.

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔰,
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰,
𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥,
𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢.

𝔇𝔦𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫?
𝔅𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰?
𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔰.
𝔚𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰.

𝔇𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲?
𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔴𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡
'ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰
𝔇𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫' 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔶𝔞𝔯𝔡.

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰,
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔠𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰,
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰,
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞𝔦𝔯, ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢.

𝔇𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔲𝔭𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲?
𝔇𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢
𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰
𝔄𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔰?

𝔒𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶'𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔢
ℑ 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢
𝔘𝔭 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫
ℑ 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢
ℑ'𝔪 𝔞 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫, 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔡𝔢,
𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℑ 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔡𝔢.
𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯
ℑ 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢
ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯
ℑ 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢
𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔤𝔞𝔳𝔢,
ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔳𝔢.
ℑ 𝔯