The nostalgia for a past love, a wonderful love :)
When you talk to me of love
my life is painted a different color,
traps as sweet as honey
where did I fall.
Your words made me mourn
of which inspired me to love
I remember the moments of discussion
in which ended in a kiss of eternal passion.
Hours spent together,
were times that I want to return,
Now everything is different ... You are not,
Now step with the times ...
Just end up arguing like crazy,
I desire to love you again,
I fall into slavery in your traps,
I want this life in black and white
the repaint with your love
I want to come back to talk about love.
Nostalgia makes time
run but walking ...
My love do not want to be with the nostalgia ...
I want to be with you.