All these years, I have often thought of that afternoon when I was seventeen. It was three o'clock, with wind and sunshine. There was someone there, and when I turned around, I saw him. He looked so much like me.
All these years, I still remember that girl: beautiful, gentle, and kind, like an angel lost in the human world, loving that shining star with all her life.
All these years, I am still grateful that you appeared during the best days of my life, even if in the end you left with your songs.
All these years, the man waiting for you has stood there quietly, loving you with all his heart and yearning for you to glance back at him. He has always believed that one day, this waiting will move you.
All these years, I've heard that you still watch the images of your youth alone, reluctant to leave.
