You make me miss you,
before the tears fall down my eyes,
where inside I am consumed with my
thoughts that cannot run away,
but that catch me like the midnight,
of fallen roses.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
In the midnight, the moon whispers to the roses
FantasiaIn the fall, We found love, Where the whispers came, With the fall of the love roses.
In the midnight of your mind, I only ever miss you, because I know love you
You make me miss you,
before the tears fall down my eyes,
where inside I am consumed with my
thoughts that cannot run away,
but that catch me like the midnight,
of fallen roses.