Dear diary:
I'm thinking of him
In his moonlit smile
And his skin, like a patch of sky
Memories wander in my mind
My little world; it's gone
My heart became like a desert
And my soul became a river.
I cried, sometimes like a downpour
Sometimes like a flowing waterfall....
But today I have no more tears
I feel the emptiness of loneliness
The bitterness of goodbye.
(Spanish Version)
Querido diario:
Estoy pensando en él
En su sonrisa de luna
En su piel como un retazo de cielo
Los recuerdos se pasean en mi mente
Mi pequeño mundo; se fue
Mi corazón se quedo como desierto
Y mi alma se volvio un río.
Llore, aveces como un aguacero
Aveces como una cascada flui...
Pero hoy no tengo más lágrimas
Siento el vacío de la soledad
La amargura del adiós.
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