I still remember the last night of October.
We separated after having indefinable words.
Was your gloomy face the truth?
Will I have to forget you without even trying to explain?
The returning seasons give me dreams,
yet the impossible dreams make me sad,
they make me cry.
Was your gloomy face the truth?
Will I have to forget you without even trying to explain?
The returning seasons give me dreams,
yet the impossible dreams make me sad,
they make me cry,