I got the sunlight at midnight and the number after the infinite, and install the Big Dipper in your tiara
And you were still there as if nothing; Endulcé sea water for your thirst, I rented one quarter of the waning moon
And I looked like a good loser in bed The things that love is not solved.
And how hurt you are so far away And it hurts you so much it hurts How far away, Though you hear breathing
And you're hundreds of miles
duele quererte therefore pretend that everything is perfect While it hurts to spend their lives trying to locate
What was lost long ago ... I ended up with flowers for your gardens, invented alchemy against Utopia
And I have come to confuse with tenderness, with pity for me that sometimes, sad to assume that suffering,
pathetic is the belief that a falsehood to call the goblins of the miracle, that makes you wake up in love. ♥.♥