Sitting on this room
I can't feel my heart beating yet.
A cup of wine with her lips recorded
so clearly like love.
Photographs lost on a blue day, lonely as wind.
Your sweet perfume still on the air

as well as flowers on springtime
As well as flowers on springtime

One day you told me all your secrets and your fears,
and how lovely was when I held your hand and I said:

I will stay here
I will stay here
I will stay right here