Drops days leave traces in memory ,
You're a free bird , so I love to dream
So you love to dream
Again, I succumbed to the memory , remembering you. I briefly enough. Again the meeting place , the same smell , the same people that surround us . It Hurts. Despite the drama of the past, I would like to return all ; drown in your unintelligible to me look, touch your hands and hug , as it was the last day of our stay there . Those two weeks contrast sympathy to you and overwhelming fear for the health of their future , I will remember for a long time . Do not think that I live it , no. These red-hot pieces of nostalgia strange love for you, find me , when I'm there, or when I think of your image. I put up , you're not available, but still sometimes feel an acute emotional failure, miss you . I do not know if we can meet again , to meet the views , but I would hope and succumb to the memory of you, my friend in misfortune.
Drops days leave traces in memory ,
You're a free bird , so I love to dream
So you love to dream