From today
you go by your way, I go by the same
you have your things I have the most
they will stop things from being our things
we will become different parts
the same thing, we will never be.
from today,
my hands will forget to look for you
They taught me that I should not miss something?
because our love is a flower that died?
From today
you cross the rivers I sail the seas
you live by day, I die at night
There will not be more caresses there will not be? more reproaches
if you are dry leaf I am spring
Ours is a dead man and we have to bury him
From today,
my hands will forget to look for you
They taught me that I should not miss something?
because our love is a flower that died?
From today,
my hands will forget to look for you
They taught me that I should not miss something?
because our love is a flower that died?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)