Where did the pain come from?
I don't like it.
They say love is like heaven,
But I'm living in my own hell.
I don't want to suffer.
I don't want to know how many nights I missed you.
I don't want to watch how I lose you.
And then...what's left?
I don't know you,
I don't even know me anymore.
Feelings...I don't like them.
The red of my blood,
The red of your lips
...and of my dreams.
Can you see the end?
Well darling...
I just can continue falling.
To E.
