What will you do when I leave?
After a second you will forget me in this world
and when I count the time with my fingers you will miss me
the place where I go has no memories, and then you will speak
Every moment we were together, every laugh and every look that escaped, because I didn't have the courage
Hope. Esperanza.
La música solo existe una vez. #art #music #mexico
Escrito por Ernesto H.