I keep looking towards your balcony
but you are not here.
You will never be here again, not as I wish… not as I wish you to be…
this strange melancholy afflicts me and I cannot stop it.
The memories of the two of us,
young and carefree,
happy and perhaps a little in love,
run continuously in my mind and I can't stop them.
I miss those years,
I was able to enjoy life more and the little things still managed to surprise me.
Now I'm just angry,
tired and confused
while you have a family of your own to think about.
If you happen to think about those years or about me,
do it with a bittersweet smile on your lips, let our years of youth, carefree, and happiness have a weight for you too.
Do not forget about me,
the happy teenager who was in love with you,
just as I will never forget you,
the carefree and slightly arrogant teenager who made me fall in love.
