Tripulación, armar toboganes

I would like to be able to tell you
that it represents the misery in me
but I can't, I dare not lie...
Teach me, will you teach me?

Only the past could compete
with the beauty of a picture of you,
the fantasy would last and have no end,
will you teach me?

I want to know if you think of me,
if perhaps that thought is subtle,
but it will be useless
I know it doesn't exist...

I occupy myself with being happy
I don't want to learn,
the process is painful,
but if you're not here
I won't be able to do anything

What if the best is yet to come?
What if the distance ceases to exist,
but that will never happen, it's too much to ask