Hey, how's it going?
that mild wind stopped blowing
consider that inside me it's spring for half a hour by now
the sky has one gate only
you stopped hurting
your fragile thoughts
you've started to make peace with yourself
and you always live everything in the shadow
I like you, you tell me
I am not able to love you the way you want me to
writing you from here
from this land that is also yours
it's like making you breathe what I breathe
the white ship of each hour
I like you, you tell me
you don't deserve the worst part of me, no, not you
and it's not for rushing you
and it's not because of the distance
I live and everything lives without you
I write you in order to hear from you
I write to you without time
I could even not receive anything back
because what I feel for you is strong
what I feel for you is still that I
like you...you tell me
I am not able to love you
how's the weather there?
you must be at the seaside already
take your time and don't ever feel guilty
will is still the one deciding
I like you, you tell me
the sky has one gate only
I like you, you tell me
the sky has one gate only, open it, open it