Tonight I am sitting alone without you, in the corner of sorrow, remembering being with you, without traveling from this cold heart, the memory of that old love, those sweet days and nights, both drunk with happiness and love, oblivious to the sad tomorrow, the memory of that old love, those sweet days and nights, both drunken with happiness and love, oblivious to the sad tomorrow , what should I do without you in this house of sorrow, only wherever there is a sign of memories, pass through all this coldness and excuses, so that we can make a promise again, what should I do without you in this house of sorrow? With you alone, every one of them is full of memories with the beautiful tough heart.
