3.
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Confession
Come on, confess, my love.
I'm no longer the only one, the sole one.
You've hidden in your heart,
a story that cannot be renounced.
I am no longer your thought,
I am no longer your true love.
I am the sweet that is bitter inside,
which you no longer eat.
But why are you a different woman?
But why are you no longer you?
But why did you not say it before?
Who does not love will never be loved.
What did you do with the good thing we had?
It has become a cold shiver.
Our laughs, our dinners,
By now irrecoverable scenes.
I am no longer your thought,
I am no longer your true love.
I am the sweet that is bitter inside,
which you no longer eat.
But why are you a different woman?
But why are you no longer you?
But why did you not say it before?
Who does not love will never be loved.
When the evening comes,
And the memory slowly disappears,
The sadness in the heart,
Opens an emptiness larger than the ocean,
Larger than the ocean.
But why did you not say it before?
Who does not love will never be loved.
What did you do with the good thing we had?
It has become a cold shiver.
Our laughs, our dinners,
By now irrecoverable scenes.
I am no longer your thought,
I am no longer your true love.
I am the sweet that is bitter inside,
which you no longer eat.
But why did you not say it before?
Who does not love will never be loved.
