Last day, my girlfriend made love choices in the countdown.

The last day of the countdown, the girlfriend pulls the suitcase into the middle of the living room, and the cold job suit is wearing his shirt, and she pulls her hand to her waist, and she breathes close enough to hear his heart beats faster, and the window is dark, and she puts her forehead on his chest, and she softly asks if he wants to leave now, and he puts her on the wall, and it's getting more and more bold, and it's getting closer, and it's like she's trying to get out of control, and she's suddenly pushing him out of his face, and she's looking at the crying, and she's pulling the door open, and it's like a neon light outside the door, and she's the last day that she chooses her love from the count.