The time has been resentful while "the white lilys" are shriveling.
And your face has turned away from me as much as I could ´ve imagined someday.
You and me, far away. How could it be possible!
You are mistaken about me and I dont want to come back to the same issue. But my memories are killing me more than ever, and I can´t understand many things you do, but is not time to regret anything, what is done, is done....
White lilys recall your smile as much as I can remember and I dont feel any pain to return at it. At least your smile will always be the closest thing to me...
I just feel sorry when I remember your black eyes crying on my shoulder, saying foolish things to avoid the love exploting in the center of you... The coward inside you has showed me up the way... Dont try to stare as far as me, could you do it never...
