I'll Fly with You

It’s hard for me to write right now.

I don’t know what to put, I don’t know what to write?
So many things to say
So many things to think about
but in the end I arrive at only one fact, I’m leaving.
2 months: far, very far.

Distance and time heal EVERYTHING, absolutely EVERYTHING.

I am the tear born from your eyes
rolls down your cheeks
and dies on your lips.

Listening to rexona teens – quiero un chicle de