Is it still likes to create,
even want to dream, still want to fly ...
it is, although little, still lost in his empty
still falls and rises again, continues to write in their blogs ...
it is not much now, that still uses the same nickname,
who is a fan of the fandom, but no longer uses the nickname I gave ...
it is, even though time has passed, that his wounds heal slowly,
their memories are reflected in her diaries, her tears continue to beat in each of their photos ...
it is almost the same as anything, that I do not love as he loved her,
in the wayje of tie, which frees you from my selfish mind ...
know she, like me, know little about me,
if even dream, if it is flying ...
she was, as I knew, I still get lost in my empty,
that still fall and I get up, I am writing in my blogs ...
she is not much and, you know that I still use the same nickname,
I'm a fan of the fandom, but I do not use the nickname given to me ...
she is, even though time has passed, know that my wounds heal slowly,
my memories are reflected in my day, my tears beating in each of the pictures ...
she was, almost as much as anything, you knowI will never love you like I loved her,
that was unleashed on the way of me to leave and not return, was released in time for my selfish mind ...
she is, just as I no longer think of us as before ...
