The flowers that you gave water are decorating my little garden
Now all the roses are dry and all alone
Waiting for you and missing you is the reason of our present state
The tales that you believed became a song
Caused to forget you the impossibilities
Now they all left half-done , forgotten after you went
The pictures on my table turned into an old film
Same scenes everyday in which we are in
little happiness , in very old memories
The times that I was loved were all became a short story
Told to curious children
Forgotten just like the same it happened and lived.