There are nights
Dreaming of you evoke deep feeling of dreams,
Which to me as a punishment,
Hidden illusion of thought.
I love you in silence,
As inaccessible,
Like a dream never get done,
The distant scent of my impossible love,
Rub your hair and you will never know.
And if one day a complaint tear my torment,
The infinite regret I must hide to you,
I'll tell you with a smile: "It's nothing, has been the wind."
I wipe the tears and no one will never know.
You will go through my life without knowing
How you spent;
Will pass in silence by my love
I'll fake a smile like a sweet contrast...
The pain of loving you and
You will never know.
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