The clock is ticking and I’m still thinking,
thinking of you, yet so much differently...
The rain is falling, the night is dawning,
the coldness will soon arrive, and I will forget everything.
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I was so sure this wasn't an illusion;
I wasted so much time thinking about our future.
The lies, the nonexistent memories,
the pieces of shattered glass,
how could they make me so happy?
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My heart began longing for you
without asking us permission,
but I'm finally seeing the truth,
and I'm losing my faith in destiny;
intuition is no more than a word
whose meaning was never written;
silence will no longer be
a sign that love is deeply hidden.
My spring will not ever be given
with solely fourteen lilies.
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Not a word was ever spoken,
and nothing matters anymore.
Two hearts failed to meet;
they were never meant to be.
There is no such thing as fate; if any,
ours would be anything but the same.
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The sun is rising, the warmth, arriving,
I had waited so much for this season.
Twelve months of rain fostered my reason.
Everything is so clear, a new day is beginning.
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