The sky is gray, as if it has cried
After leaving you, I am not any more free
The sour air produces the smell of our distance
The newest result is like breathing, unable to cease
The yellowed-diary in the drawer has found its recollections
That smile resembles the season of summer
Our past can really be considered to be forgotten
The lack of oxygen after love is like the tears of stars, it is unneccesary
I know that neither of us are at fault
We just forgot how to retreat
Our oath made its best effort, but it allowed time to make it empty
I know that neither of us are at fault
It is just that it will be better if we separate
The most beautiful love is the type that we carry on in our memories
The sky is gray, as if it has cried
After leaving you, I am not any more free
The sour air produces the smell of our distance
The newest result is like breathing, unable to cease
The yellowed-diary in the drawer has found its recollections
That smile resembles the season of summer
Our past can really be considered to be forgotten
The lack of oxygen after love is like the tears of stars, it is unneccesary
I know that neither of us are at fault
We just forgot how to retreat
Our oath made its best effort, but it allowed time to make it empty
I know that neither of us are at fault
It is just that it will be better if we separate
The most beautiful love is the type that we carry on in our memories
I know that neither of us are at fault
We just forgot how to retreat
Our oath made its best effort, but it allowed time to make it empty
I know that neither of us are at fault
It is just that it will be better if we separate
The most beautiful love is the type that we carry on in our memories
