There was always a gentle breeze
waiting for me in your arms
clouds of hopes in your eyes
storm of happiness in your heart.
Then the autumn took you away
and the leaves of your precious smile
started falling down and turning gray
like a last dance -with a swan style-
Now the cold sea is here
is frozen, all around me
the pictures of you are starting to fade away
I can't remember your face anymore.
Some may call it harsh weather...
Some may call it life.
But the truth is the truth
I can't remember your face.
A.
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