Cry

And so I cry.

I close my eyes and I still feel it

The touch of your hand against mine.

I can still smell the odor of daisies, of you.

My warm heart slowly mealts

Everytime I think of you

Everytime I want you here.

In the dead on the night I stop.

I close my eyes and I dream.

I want you again.

Bittersweet memories remain...

In the dead of the night I stop...

And so I cry...

(Texto by Catherinne Duarte)