The cold breeze of the air
The smell pf pine trees
Children's laughter
A person's smile
Those people working..

Everything reminds me of you

You, who left without explanation
         who left without a sound
         who left without leaving a mark
         who left me behind

But why do I still think of you?

Our relationship was the kind of love
that was bounded not to last
and I don't know why

We have that kind of love where I was writing for you while you are busy writing for someone else
We have that kind of love where all I ever was tulips but you gave me dandelions
We have that kind of love that endures a thousand twinge
That kind of love where oblivion resides

Maybe it wasn't really love

How to outdistance myself from you?

How do I move out of this suffering
of love when I knew that all my love for you wasn't enough?

Because we have that kind of love that while I was busy loving you, you were busy loving someone else