That every feeling was just a "fool's gold",
and it's better to bury it again,
for I'm tired of being head in the sand in love;
I will return those hills and mountains
which we both have moved together,
like every step on that wonderful horizon
must not be anymore seen,
like every ocean of tears which drowned
and killed these eyes must now rejoice.
When you do expect winning her hand again,
or somehow those old feelings,
you might be lost, heart withered,
with this thing we called pain...

Goodbye my beloved anonymous.