Room of Nostalgia

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On the leaves that delicately fall,

Being carried by a river at the ends of my eyes

And I am starting to fear being carried by love

Breathing nostalgia, which is suffocating me


My road is empty and I reach out to her

Feeling warmth oh inside my heart

I hold onto it tightly and I'll block time


Nevertheless, without failure, I watch her leave

Never have I doubted and I've always remembered

Blinking your eyes and touching the warmth

At that time, I feared looking for a meaning of love

These growing feels, which are suffocates me



You come and go, oh so naturally,

I accept it all as it is

I close my eyes and my heart mutters

In the room of nostalgia, we'll meet


We'll meet

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