Tomorrow will not hear me from loving you .. it's not so strange to me .. I have a name without a path .. the summer .. and it will not find a solution to life and happiness no way that almost no conviction. You're small I could hold you in to a hand but you're also a giant and you do not realize that I am in your past, and if I miss I'll try not to rely on photos in which we laugh without having anything in the world at the end of the world as we had.