A room, a window
A tidy bed, a mirror
Where your reflection still finds space
The memory now is like
A voiceless piano
The more it plays, the less I hear its notes
And suddenly in the silence, my thought
Flies towards that image

My cold hands and my hair
Long, black on my shoulders
My slightly awkward lips whispered
Don't look at me, don't stop
Skin against skin, your smile
No words were needed
I still remember the emotion
As the sun was setting
And in the room, two hundred notes

Every life has punctually
Its destiny to cross
To touch even for a moment only
And maybe it's true that what you carry inside
Is always everything that
You could never have beside you
And so I try to repel the traces
Of a very distant memory

My cold hands and my hair
Long, black on my shoulders
My slightly awkward lips whispered
You can look at me, don't stop
Skin against skin, your smile
No words were needed
I still remember the emotion
As the sun was setting
And in the room, two hundred notes
Two hundred notes

My cold hands and my hair
Long, black on my shoulders
My slightly awkward lips whispered
You can look at me, don't stop
Skin against skin, your smile
No words were needed
I still remember that emotion
As the sun was setting
And in the room, two hundred notes

And so goes life and its course
Balanced between regret and remorse
And we remain to heal our pieces of heart
We are the blood that flows and invents love
The past is past and there's nothing to do
You can lose it or you can look for it
In these nights so empty
And in the room, two hundred notes

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