A year later and the wounds begin to close,
And the heart does not want to dream again,
A year later and the memory tries to forget
And the soul is confused with loneliness
A year maybe it doesn't matter to me because I love you the same
Three hundred days ago maybe much longer
A year maybe it's a long time but it doesn't matter to me
Yes, although the wound closing I cannot forget
That you made a pact with my days because I miss you more...
One year and I still love you, the blood does not cool down
And although I am dying I refuse to be one more
One year and I have plenty of words, I still have inspiration
And these verses are only slaves of your love.
One year and you are still my past, my future in my present
Even if you walk next to me only in my mind
One year and I swear I can last a thousand more years
But I wait for you, I love you and I'm dying not to wait.
How I miss you, how I miss you ...

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