If nostalgia killed, I would die every night and be reborn the next day, to wait another day for you. When the moon lights up the sky, I get lost thinking: when will I be able to hear your voice again? when will I have you with me? I suddenly find myself alone, my heart still beats but you're not with me, and in the night's sadness my heart cries, and with the pain of longing my heart whispers "I miss you my love, I just wish I could tell you "
O que a pessoa que fez isso parece sentir?​