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The unexpected ending rushed past me in flashing lights Leaving behind the tangled red thread of fate The scattered memories were like a trap trying to lure me in But from the beckoning scars I knew I couldn't return I balanced happiness against unhappiness The answer leaned in the direction of the ring I'd taken off "May I cry now?" Ending with a rethorical question our love was like sand slipping through our fingers One Sunday in February, the burns on my chest is still painful Spring is near, I lift my face to the sky and close my eyes I walk alone down this street i know so well And the gentleness of the wind brings tears to my eyes I couldn't see feelings, the words were far sadder I understood that it was impossible for tears to dry up As I wish for the blossoming season to come I softly listen Until the day when spring comes and my scars turn to memories The landscape that held you and our two shadows has disappeared The brightly coloured streets tells us that winter has come to an end One Sunday in February, I say goodbye to you I looked into the clear blue sky and smiled a little From Letras Mania