Spring's story

Remember November? Clouds, clouds in my eyes, that wasn't your life, and not really a life. Day after day after day without you and without me, we had no more how, no more when. Remember the room? Balloons, balloons on the ceiling, and we almost exploded from cold love. Look, this is the end of the movie, I don't remember the beginning anymore. I'm leaving you, you. At the end of long days, the night comes, like we were one. So now it's separate on the bed. Looking, it's not you. You'll never understand why I took you out of my life. Full of your words and empty of my silences. You say it was perfect.