I dreamt about a dead myself
and you were in front of my body,
and you couldn't avoid crying,
and you were suffering so much.
I kept dreaming
and at first you missed me so much,
but just few days were enough
and finally you forgot me as always happens in life.
You have told me a lot of times
that if someday I wasn't here, you would die too;
your lack of experience makes you say those things,
and mine makes me believe them.
I dreamt about a dead myself,
and since then I live with the idea
that in this world there's no such thing as eternal love,
that what you can't see will be soon forgotten.
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You have told me a lot of times
that if someday I wasn't here, you would die too;
your lack of experience makes you say those things,
and mine makes me believe them.
I dreamt about a dead myself,
and since then I live with the idea
that in this world there's no such thing as eternal love,
that what you can't see will be soon forgotten.