Memories don't cry, give them a small nest, make them be, our best friends…
Our moments of joy,
Our loves, our dreams,
Our best things.
Our moments of sorrow, for our dears, make our tears, to drive out, our fears.
These are, a very part, of our inside, work of art, that make the odor, help put, our love ashore.
Memories are our friends,
Give them a hand,
Give them a small peace of land.
It's
not a kiss under the rain,
not a renewable river plain,
not a missing feelings mixed with pain,
not a long waiting in unknown station... train
not even who will win at the end of this game,
it's me, in loving you .... turning to insane.
it's you, in loving me .... with no plan
it's us, together with no complain.
Maybe there is something that's telling you to stop
Maybe there's a reason for you to just give up
I know that your decision isn't your own fatal flaw
I know that what you trust is what you think you'll never saw
I know that all you love is what I'm willing to know
But there's still something there that won't let you let go
I know that you love me, but you cant measure my love how it's continuously grow.
