I think of you, often, I still continue to love the low, all white, that desire leads. I miss you, often, but I leave, still, let fly the wind that blows on the pain. Charming, I send you these few words, to tell you that it's not beautiful, and that I'm sick, alone, since I lost you. I send you these few flowers, with my heart inside, I make you all my apologies. I dream of you, often, I remember everything, I wake up, wait, and I see you everywhere. I wait for you, often, I invent a novel, of you, you no longer have words, time, one more minute, to you. Charming, I send you these few words, to tell you that it's not beautiful, and that I'm sick, alone, since I lost you. I send you these few flowers, with my heart inside, I make you all my apologies. Charming, I send you these few words, to tell you that it's not beautiful, and that I'm sick, alone, since I lost you. I send you these few flowers, with my heart inside, I make you all my apologies. Thank you for watching!