Dear, my love:
How are you? I have been thinking about you. I write this letter knowing that it will probably never reach you. Many days as cold as winter nights have passed since that time. My weakness, and the way in which I hurt you, disappear into the darkness. I know we cannot turn back the clock and return.
I believe that not meeting you signifies my last love. I will never forget the tenderness you showed me, you live on each new day.
Your memory brightens the sky. Don´t hate me, don´t become sad because of me, that is all I ask.
I opened the window today and I saw a myriad of flowers blooming.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Thanks to you, say goodbye is like being a small lost child again.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
L´arc en ciel
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