I am a beautiful machine. I know it. You spend all day looking at me.
I fill bottles.
It's another day at work. Same as always.
You look happy.
Of course you are, you are looking at me all day long.
You push buttons. You work me up.
We make a beautiful couple.
But soon, you will go away, and leave me.
Yes, there's another one taking your place, but it's not the same. You and I, we have a connection.
You get up, stretch, get ready to leave, and I am overcome by sadness.
End log.