A melancholy song 80s
while walking through the barren streets of Verona.
It would take more courage in life
to call things by their name,
to admit the truth pending.
The steps are the same one behind the other
but is the set of fingerprints
that determines the path, but
is the set of directions
that determines destiny.
If love was water does not dodge the puddles, I
muddy feet Tomori
without having to change shoes.
The echo of distant memories is thrown from a balcony
sinking into oblivion undisturbed
and meanwhile tried to fill the void.
between traffic lights and bare branches of these tall trees
seek my way home.
I have no compass,
and the North Star was dormant inside of me.
waiting for you.
Light a beacon, illuminating the path.
Let me go. Let me find.
It would take more courage in life
to face the darkness,
to find the light.
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