The most beautiful Love is the one that we carry in our memories

The sky is grey, as if it has cried
Leaving you, does not leave me free
The sour air produces the smell of our distance
It feels like breathing, unable to cease
The yellowed-diary in the drawer has found its recollections
That smile resembles the season of summer
Our past can really be considered to be forgotten
The lack of oxygen after love is like the tears of stars,
I know that neither one of us are at fault
We just forgot how to give in
Our oath has made its best effort,
but it allowed time to make it empty
I know that neither one of us are at fault
It is just that it will be better if we separate
The most beautiful love is the one that we carry in our memories