Sunset

Until today , I still think there is tomorrow,
What we did is what may be,
and still our paths
are divided, just when the sunset died.

I've been looking around,
and everyday, the past seemed to be earased.
Your body is so distant,
and your words are cold.

So far away, your body from mine;
is it possible that the thought of you
is just playing tricks in my mind?
How can I understand?

It reminds me of so many things
that I left pending in different places,
leaving behind the time,
and all of our discussions and fights.

You never left,
still present wherever the sun sets.
And time goes by
with your eyes chained to my heart.

I know it is true......
It's just the thought about you........