Why do they call it love? Why do goodbyes come again? The heart, the mysterious heart Love is a hard thing to talk about You’re a mystery that’s difficult to solve (mystery) The history won’t disappear (history) Why did I meet you? Why can’t I erase you?
Even while walking alone in the streets And even while eating alone I can smile by thinking about you While busy day to days When I feel like I’m about to break down I can stand up again because you’re there I want you to be reachable always *Even if everything that I’ve been dreaming […]