I canīt believe always the same: the special illusion of one love, the flowers grow when youīre not there, that no from her can break your heart.
I canīt forget the smile on her face, that took my breath away, a piece of love in time of rain, a time of dream and pain again.
My hours fly while I think: my luck canīt always be the same, my dreammed girl met at my lake, I thought I had but ran away.
I wanna hate you but I love the way in which you see the things, your hope in life the same as mine, all what you dream smell like me.
You have the all I expect from her, I know you will give me one chance, and if you donīt really donīt care, Iīm strong enough to try again.
My god donīt think: this is a pray, I cry only to clean my heart, continue waiting for my love, who could tremble my soul again.
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