And I am waking up again, preoccupied and lost in randomly scrambled thoughts.
I wonder if I need to think about everything that's coming in my mind or am I already thinking about it all.
Not a day after you left me, have I passed
when I wouldn't have thought about you
pensively I waste my time, sitting on the grass
immersed in a sea of memories I live my life without you
if love was there, it was love. It was nothing else but just love
if it was not there, it wasn't love. may be everything but pure love.