The hot summer days, I still havent remembered those days, we did not know the sad weather We didnt know in the cold, the ice flowers were closed. Not
Those days between me and you, the word of love and simplicity was in your hopeful heart, the enthusiasm of life There was no chance, time to go to tomorrow The tomorrow that our hands, cool and tired, single and alone, single and alone, we always looked at, Is not for the forgiveness of the feeling, the hand is not with the mockery
