Brings the memories I have erased,
I couldn't stop my tears,
Every time I see that pretty face.
Slowly and carefully I paint your face,
Because I'm wearing your gloves,
Too afraid to see my fingers,
That once touched the blood of the one I love.
I cover the portrait of you,
I don't want to cry anymore,
And my sleeves I use to wipe,
is wet with tears.
I keep telling myself,
That everything will be okay
But the glass is filled with tears,
I say today is a very sad day.
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