To suffer is like not to pick a flower to give it to our love
To regret is like to not say I love you when you should have done it
To remember is like to open your soul to the lake of our past
All these things bring to us an huge weight on our soul
Nevertheless we continue to suffer, to regret, to remember, to cry
Nevertheless we continue to suffer, to regret, to remember, to cry
A very strange creature is the human being: we use to be so presumptuous to think to have the right to happyness!
