i pictured a sun setting on a small town where music was playing on snow covered grounds the smell of your sweet skin was too much to bare to reach out and touch, to play with your hair'
Tantos lugares llenos de musica y color que jamas volveran. Quiero imaginar, quiero ganar tiempo y tal vez romper recuerdos, extrañando las canciones que cantamos juntos, esta vez es para siempre.
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