Originals: Lacrimas Profundere by Silvia Anan

I shed tears in sorrow, I disappear in you. Everyday, until I become dust. When the day arrives to show you the picture, and if you can only see, it will be too late, to go back in time. It will be impossible to live everything again or rewind. It will be your turn to cry. it will be your time to appreciate. It will be your time to remember . It will be your time to yearn. It will be your time to feel the irreplaceable void- everywhere around you and inside you.