I try to forgive your words,
with your nonsense, you make me doubt,
the more you hurt me, in bitter nights,
echoes of a love that wants to leave.
They were unpleasant, macabre,
the shadows you left behind,
languid sighs in flames,
like shadows that don't know how to be silent.
Don't you feel it, the weight of the day,
the guilt that embraces my voice,
like a river that cries its cold,
and drags the remains of what was love.