Little by little, you stop loving on me;
the mad wind of banners,
passed through my mind;
my love, my own in heart;
stop feeding of your love;
with out leaving mine
seeking the new blossoms.
No one wonders, is no one there;
No one will come on my life;
Lonely the days,
Lonely the times;
Lonely am I,
On my ways,
my lost soul wanders;
Alone in the life
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