Now I’m crying, and I can´t stop,
There is a rush of feelings crossing all over my body,
It’s me, It’s you. I wish It were Us.
How fragile does the human mind is?
How sensitive does my skin is to your hands?
How far is this world from the Love we felt?
Nostalgia involved in superficial laughs,
Fear deeply hidden on a mysterious cover,
It’s my outside me, crying ad my inside me.
I can’t take my eyes off of your memory.
when I close my eyes.
And I’m crying.