It doesn't hurt that you're not here anymore,
maybe it was inevitable.
Written in the book of our life,
fate passed its sentence.
We would no longer be together,
like the sun and the moon.
What really hurts me
Is not having said goodbye to you.
I couldn't give you that last kiss,
long as the night itself.
To tell you that I loved you more than my life,
that you were my beautiful love.
It hurts not to give you that final embrace
that mends the heart,
that tucks up the desolate soul.
And that's why my sorrow is so deep.
To leave without saying goodbye,
without sealing our love.
That is the pain that lives on,
the farewell that never was.