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He was sure that his love
Would not be afected by the pain
The pain of the day suffering And the pain of fading into oblivion at night
And the memories of what he never did
Of his desires which have never became true
But see, the time has passed
And he looks behind
Regreting what he haven't done
And now he remembers and cries
Mourning for what have happened
And then he notices that his love Has lost all its value
And what once was happiness has become a torment
And the endless sadness subdued his hurt heart
Made him sick and this certainty was lost
He was bedridden, apathic
Always wondering "what if?"
He watched his love to scape through the window and fly
Fly for never to come back
And that man was then known Around the neighbourhood, city and country
For becaming a national myth
The First To Die For Love
Translation by:KHA