A room, a window
A tidy bed, a mirror
Where your reflection still finds space
The memory now is like
A piano without a voice
The more it sounds and I no longer hear its notes
And suddenly in the silence my thoughts
Fly towards that image
My cold hands and my hair
Long black on the shoulders< br/>The slightly awkward lips whispered
Don't look at me don't stop
Skin to skin your smile
No words were needed
I still remember the emotion
/>As the sun went away
And in the room 200 notes
Every life has its own destiny to meet
To touch even for just a moment
And maybe it's true what you carry inside you
it's always everything that
you've never been able to have close to you
And so I try to reject the traces
of a very distant memory
My cold hands and my hair
Black long on the shoulders
The somewhat awkward lips whispered
You can look at me don't stop
Skin to skin your smile
/>No words were needed
I still remember the emotion
As the sun went away
And in the room 200 notes
200 notes
My cold hands and my hair
Black, shoulder length
The somewhat awkward lips whispered
You can touch me don't stop
Skin to skin your smile
No words were needed
/>I still remember the emotion
As the sun went away
And in the room 200 notes
And this is how life and its path go
In balance between regret and remorse
And we remain to heal our pieces of heart
That we are the blood that flows and that invents love
The past is the past and is no longer there it's nothing to do
You can lose it or you can look for it
In these nights so empty
And in the room 200 notes

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