The blue house turned gray and I did not know how to take care of your ties of love in the garden.
I look at the silence on the wall, which today seems to scream that nothing is forever.
The blue house lost its color, and I find it hard to understand that if it is a memory it has already passed.
Today the window was fogged up, and nobody drew saetas in my heart.
The blue house turned gray, and I did not know how to release ties of love in the garden.
