Amar

One more night but now it's cold
Because I know you exist and you're not with me
I feel the truth that you see me as a friend
But I like you, don't play with me

Just let me try to show you that I think of you more
If you like records, tell me your favorites, I'll write you five

To love, it should be beautiful
But it has become a vice that I can't understand
Counting has never been my thing
But I count the days since you left
What a pleasure it truly was to have met you

It seems like time doesn't exist
And not seeing you makes me so sad
Although I understand your reasons for ignoring me this time
But before we forget

Just let me try to show you that I think of you more
If you like records, tell me your favorites, I'll write you five

To love, it should be beautiful
But it has become a vice that I can't understand
Counting has never been my thing
But I count the days since you left
What a pleasure it truly was to have met you
What a pleasure it truly was to have met you