9 giu 2019

"First Stage"

Those days long past of chasing the wind, of asking each other for a kiss and wanting a hundred more,

one of these days you’ll remember them. You, love who runs away, will come back to me. One of these days you’ll remember them. You, love that flees, to me will return. And you who with eyes of a different color tell me the very same words of love, in a month, in a year, you’ll have forgotten them. Love who comes to me, from me you will flee. In a month, in a year, you’ll have forgotten them. Love who comes to me, from me you will flee. Hailing from sunshine or from cold, cold shores, lost in November or with a summer breeze, I loved you always, I never loved you, you, love, who comes and who goes. I loved you always, I never loved you, you, love, who comes, you, love, who goes.