We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea - but if you can still remember, stop and think of me. Think of all the things we've said and seen - don't think about the way things might have been.
Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do - there will never be a day, when I won't think of you.
É pra ser assim. É pra terminar assim. Eu quero que termine assim.
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