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Translation
The more I think of you
For the silent days
When I listen to the rain pouring down
And cold-natured mornings
That made me regret our nights
For all of the differences
That create indifference , now
For the hours passed
Watching boredom hanging around
And the hidden treasures
That we bury lifeless for ever
For all of the memories
That are bored to death , and then
The more I think of you the more I realize
That the time that passes
will not heal me
Nothing replaces you , I miss you , I'm dying for you
And I realize
That the space misses you
To hide my errors
That I make by heart , what if
For happiness
I silently exchanged the pain
For the sleeps that dance
Like escaped rewards
When the blue of nuances
Become grey with pain , too
For purple dreams
That you would hide , hurt
And the awkward laughters
That would hang you up to life
The more I think of you the more I realize
That the time passing by
Won't heal me
Nothing replaces you , I miss you , I'm dying for you
And I realize
That the space misses you
Let me smell
For just another hour
This withered flower
Since death has taken
Of all the love of life
Guest on 2010-01-01✕
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Idioms from "Plus je pense à toi"
| 1. | Bored to death |
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