Everything is just a memory in the corner of the heart
The more the imprint though dry in burn time
I still remembered the silence that grabbed everything
When my eyes are not closed, I can see the fate that plays.
Now I also have to change
Time is the best way to get up
I can smile again
I can already hope on the taste.
I do not want to slump and wail
There I'm sure he's happy
There he will not have to learn to smile
Just to convince me that is fine
Every day I visit her last tomb
I say a prayer that he may be happy there
I cast a sprig of frangipani in his grave
I smiled, waiting for my time to meet him.