Don't talk to me anymore
About what should have happened
Before we met
I know you had happy times
Even without me
I don't even wanna know
What could have happened
In all those years
In which you have lived with other people
Far away from my affection.
I love you so much that I get jealous
Even of what could be.
And I notice that this is the reason
Why I am living so restless.
Stop talking to me about it
Let me imagine
That the past doesn't exist
And that we were born in the very moment
In which we met each other.