It's hard for me to heal,
After how many times
I've lived with you...my dreams.

I'm not writing to call you back,
Because I know that time,
Doesn't have the power to heal
What isn't meant to be...
For the rest of my life.

But maybe I'll get further by myself,
Without having your hand stuck to my hand,
Without having your mouth glued to my lips,
It's hard for me to heal, but I will succeed.

© roxana