He spoke of love,but he left me so cold.

He who wrote me sweet words,

he who spoke to me the kindness dreams,

he who my body misses so bad

left..

So unpredictable and so fast,

like the time in our life.

I didn't quite catch his words ,

but it was something like that:

"Catching your mood is like chasing the moon,

risking it all in the name of love.

I will miss the nights and all the fights,

caring for you risks our lives."

All of our dreams ruined by him,

seeking his hope in the words he wrote.