Like a flower withers
because there is no fragrance left
our love was weeding
pulling salt aroma.
Love I do not know why he dies
but ours died early
and although there are caresses and kisses
and I do not know what to do with it.
When a love dies, life remains
with a bitter taste of farewell
and we keep walking looking at the ground
because we no longer know how to look at the sky.
When a love dies, life remains
with a bitter taste of farewell
and we keep walking looking at the ground
because we no longer know how to look at the sky.
Our love died little by little
as sick of an incurable disease,
being defeated sometimes the cause
and feeling guilty sometimes.
Why remove the ashes
and look for the reasons why,
when a love dies more it burns you
and the explanations do not work.
When a love dies, life remains
with a bitter taste of farewell
and we keep walking looking at the ground
because we no longer know how to look at the sky ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)