Memories and beautiful days. Stories no more like thousand nights!
I have seen life and I tasted love. I tasted years of heart suffering!
It is written on me to heal wounds. To heal people so I can find comfort!
I roamed in countries, countries, countries. I haven’t found lovers, haven’t found
Lovers!
It is written on me to say songs, and my eyes would be with the night’s stars!
I would send messages (letters) and I would receive messages (letters) and the heart gets melted, the heart gets melted!
Years passed us by and the tears hurt our eyes!
After I lived for years as a traveler, it must for my heart to rest one day!
I don't think I miss things. I think to miss something is to hope that it will come back, but it's not coming back.