It was April...
It was May...
It was... who knows...
She was beautiful,
or just her age
was beautiful.
I don't remember
if she smiled
when she went away.
I loved her,
I loved her,
that's just what I know.
I expected
so many things
I no longer believe in.
But that doesn't mean
I'm sad:
I have you now.
I become worried,
I become worried
when I remember that
she was... was... was... was...
was just like you.