Talking about alcohol and tobacco

Fingers pass cigarettes to lips,

The cigarette kissed his lips,

But the heart gave it to the lungs,

The lungs think they got the heart of the cigarette,

But I don't know that I hurt myself!

It is the betrayal of fingers that makes smoke affectionate.

Or is the greed of the lips fueling the sadness of the lungs? ...

Life is like smoke,

The years are seamless,

Smoke is sentimental,

Burn oneself to ashes ...