Where I am. Lost amid brick houses while the world keeps moving. The trees danced in the breeze in an eternal farewell. I'm walking blind, like a Dissaverage song. Looking for the last wave. Looking for the last dream. Again. I'll never forget being there. With you. But, and I don't know why, I can't almost remember your face.
Fifteen days are not enough. Not enough. But you tought me I must like me, I need to love me. You made me happy. Only for fifteen days (but maybe it is enough)
And I won't give up. Sorry. I'll keep fighting for you.