I returned to my house, but he blows on my chest again, the ghost is still here, and I can't get anything out of what it is now.
You pass by again and again, you manage to quench my thirst, you can no longer stay and they fall when I finish accepting it, I know, but still, I want to find you again, and it hurts me to see which side you are on, because I am nothing when You are not here, but my eyes do not stop looking at the sun, even when it is night, and I am dying to believe that it is possible, that one day I can cry in your chest.
