In short, this is it
The pain that will last for long, the wound that won't heal
I am leaving, goodbye, my belongings are at the door
My hair is used to the rain's breath
Maybe one day you will stop by my new place
It's not difficult to find, whoever you ask will show you
Maybe you will miss me, memories in your hand
you will come to my door, saying "Forgive me, I miss you"
Tell me, who will hold your hands
Who will be the first to hear your voice when you wake up in the morning
This kind of love cannot be a bullet for no one
I have already told you I am yours, you are mine
Tell me who will love you, tell me who will know
who will listen while you describe the dreams you have created