Five months ago we met, On a Sunday morning. That day my heart was set I loved you since that moment
Before I left that very place I wrote a special letter A secret admirer was my case But when you knew my identity, that I was your lover, you didn't go away
January thirty-first I sent you a poem for your birthday The first poem I ever sent you It took me more than a hundred miles to give it to you But it was worth it, I made you smile And that every detail did fit
February fourteenth of the present year I greeted you with a great smile And no fear, I sent you my second poem You thanked me for it And that was enough to make me smile
But there came a day You told me that it is about time to end it That we have to pave away And it is about to that for good
I was left out With a melancholic feeling Having a great doubt About moving on easily
There were times When I suddenly become nostalgic Thinking of the glorious past Remembering the memories that would last
People say I should start moving on It is so hard That I can't seem to figure how to But if I won't move on Would I be like this for the rest of my life
The sad story that was set aside The encrypted past that no one could decode The love that would never collide And the heart that could not be revived
Life does go on And I should cope with it But until I have accepted The fact of moving on I'll be in this sad story of my time