The adventure ended. The best thing is to forget everything. A new winter, a new summer, a new evening… There was no dark-skinned stories nor very slowly old cars… You may pass under the old ladder, you may see the old black cat, you may also tell the old stories. I don’t care about you. Even you pass all the streets flying, even you call me at the top of the skyscrapers, even you overtake me from unwritten stories… I don’t care about you. Now, I’ve forgotten you as you want me to forget...
Leaving Love Hurts
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