You'd like for everything to return as it was.
That awakens you, you go mad for it,
You come back to breathe in that July.
I avoid it all, well aware,
Because it's too crowded in that skin.
But, I must move on.
The young, the old, boarders,
Everyone flees, followed by a shadow.
Nothing ever happened, and it will remain like that forever
The wind doesn't ask the branch if it hurts when he takes her leaves.
But when it hurts, only then you know who you are.
But when it hurts, only then you know who you are.
But you avoid it all, well aware,
Because it's too crowded in that skin.
You avoid it skillfully,
You breathe and that's something,
Now you really have to move on