Para Onde Vai o Amor?

How can love not be seen?
If I feel it here, so present?
How can love only be felt?
If he's so much a part of me, he's almost human?

Where does love go?
When is it time to leave?
And where does longing go?
Who did it belong to and never come back?

I will keep it to myself
This bookshelf of memories
It's the place of our history
Even though you're far away, you're here
After all, you didn't leave
It's impossible to say goodbye to who I am
How does love

How can love not be seen?
If I have seen people who didn't get along become friends?
Are you able to find those who are lost?
It's better to feel than to make sense

And where does love come from?
Who answers all the whys?
He belongs to us, he belongs to those who feel for him
It's in the eye of the beholder

I will keep it to myself
This bookshelf of memories
It's the place of our history
Even though you're far away, you're here
After all, you didn't leave
It's impossible to say goodbye to who I am
How does love

Ultimately, this is how love is seen