Privet. Today is rainy and miserable. Since we last met, it feels like a century. Are you going on the tube? You've not changed a bit. Not one bit.
Privet. A long life to you. I was thinking about you just this lunchtime. Sorry, I guess it is a little embarassing To shout at you across the trolleybus: "Privet!"
Privet. It's rainy this summer. But is that a good thing to talk about? Probably not. Then what's to talk about? Dreams? Books? The devil must have made me shout to you: "Privet".
Privet. The rain just will not stop. And I've not really dressed for the weather this morning. I've probably caught a cold already. But forget that, listen - I need your advice.
After all, I don't mind If you decide I'm a bit weird But, heck.. what if we were to.. together.. again?... ..this is your stop? Well, guess I'll see you around.. Privet!