We were short on time
To tell each other "I love you"
Or rather we forgot
To be sincere.
And never a flower,
Nor a verse of love,
Nor one day, with another color.
Today there's time to spare
Just so that we can repent
All of the anxiety
For nothing, we can tell ourselves.
That rain without peace
Is more than enough
It's hard to know
That you're not here.
We fell little by little
Into a cruel routine
At a crude rhythm
From this paper world.
How many things in vain
All the rush
That desert and thirst
Was our skin.
They flew far away
And they are tired
Of waiting for so long
For the illusions
That we couldn't achieve.
This is the truth
Of our destiny
Memories,
Sadness and loneliness.