What happens to all the love of a love story?
What happens to all the warmth of a love story?
Out of sight,
Out of mind.
What happens to all the love of a love story?
A little dies.
And it was tragic to see it all vanish.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It runs fast, and lives collide.
From dawn to sunset,
You can find yourself embraced for years and suddenly hate each other.
And I loved you just now,
A few minutes ago, I thought I had you here with me.
Then we were the crossing of two looks,
Perfect strangers.
Love has changed, love has left us.
What happens to all the love of a love story?
It travels, and poems are forgotten, like sunglasses* are.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It runs fast, and lives collide.
From dawn to sunset,
You can find yourself embraced for years and suddenly hate each other.
And I loved you just now,
A few minutes ago, I thought I had you here with me.
Then we were the crossing of two looks,
Perfect strangers.
Love has changed, love has left us.