Epitafio.

I wouldn't ever know how to give you a smile,
even so you'd always smile at me like that.

Though I didn't look into your eyes
and I hesitated, it was true...

You'd stretch out your arms and you'd try to
catch the invisible butterflies flying around you.

Though I didn't look into your eyes
and I hesitated, it was true...

Still I wonder, why did I like to see how
the wind blew your hair... You just smiled at me.

Though I didn't look into your eyes
and I hesitated, it was true...

I love you.