A lonely man is standing by the sea
he can hear the voice of his first love sing,
why is it?
she's standing there in his memories
always by his side
a bright smile adorns her lips
But he blinks
and the dream is broken
like fantasy
memories are scattered by the wind,
sweet moments that will never be
In his mind
she's as beautiful as a fotography,
the one that he's keeping in his wallet,
a love that could never be
In his eyes
she banishes like a fairytale,
a woman that was never there
He closes his eyes
and goes back to yesterday
Maybe in dreams they will meet again
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