But there, my fair lady,
were so many fights between us,
so many words streaming with tears. So many letters.
So after all, my dear,
it was not such a nothing.
Although your letters are in a box
and my drawings in a drawer,
although long forgotten
laughs, regrets, kisses,
what used to be between us
has to live somewhere out there still.
I don't want to fight with time, memories,
because in transience lies the flavour of life.
I'll only peek once and smile - just like that -
to these few moments that used to be between us.
So many wars, victories,
phone calls and basements.
Many benches, streets in the evening.
And to think that back then
it was simply enough for us to just - be!
Back then, my fair lady,
such a sky above us
and streets with puddles of golden leaves...
So after all, I think, my fair lady,
it wasn't such a nothing.