Amy

„... Dear Love, it seemed so easy when were young; the world seemed to belong to us, no one else. Every day had a tomorrow that looked brighter than the last… Last… Last never seemed to have any meaning before, but now I understand… Do you understand?

Amyyy, even time’s sand flows for you… Even the willow hangs her head and cries for you… Every sunrise shines for you and every full moon glows for you and even the flowers smile and bloom just for you…

Someday will be the last… That day is closer than you think; closer than I thought, too… It’s easier than I thought, too… Realize that it’s over…

Slowly the sky is falling down on me… An old candle is the only light I see… How much longer will my blood flow through my veins? How much longer must I take the blame…”

Amyyyy, even time’s sand flows for you… Even the willow hangs her head and cries for you… Every sunrise shines for you and every full moon glows for you and even the flowers smile and bloom just for you…

“Hello?” – “I’d like to say good bye…” –

, don’t ask me why… Anyway, I sent you a letter. You know… it’s over…”

Amyyyy, even time’s sand flows for you… Even the willow hangs her head and cries for you… Every sunrise shines for you and every full moon glows for you and even the flowers smile and bloom just for you…