I remember quite clearly now when the story happened.The autumn
leaves were floating in measure down to the ground recovering the
lake,where we used to swim like children,under the sun was there to
shine.That time we used to be happy.Well,I thought we were.But the
truth was that you had been longing to leave me,not daring to tell
me,On that precious night,watching the lake,vaguely conscious,you
said:Our story is ending.
The rain was killing the last days of summer,you had been killing
my last breath of love since a long time ago.I still don't think I'm
gonna make it through another love story.You took it all away from
me.And there I stand,I know I was going to be the one left behind.But
still I'm watching the lake,vaguely conscious,and I know my life is
ending.
