Sitting down on the floor, I don’t know what to do
Let’s come back home to speak with her
No, I won’t be back now because I can’t go there alone
I don’t know where I am, I’m lost along the fair
Memories are useless
So why are you going there?
Memories just to share
Noone don’t care anyway
Well I think that I’ll tell her that I don’t remembe
Or maybe I’ll just hide from her
Why is it like that?
I wouldn’t have thought
of these problems and of these boredoms
I was that sure of my will
but I was so far
