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Today I learned about
A strange story
A woman who fell in love with someone
She lived her love alone in his memory
Writing his passion in nine letters

He fell in love
So hopelessly
In each letter he left his heart
It was his pure and different love
On paper and sweet dreams he wrote

And when writing his ninth letter
He wanted to put an end to it
Confessing that she was already fed up
To live such great love in solitude

We agreed to be just friends
In leaving feelings stored away
And forget all love for friendship
And today, I want to confess to you
That this cowardice never let me tell the truth
The truth of my life
What is it to love you from here to eternity?
And although it is late
And I see you walk by with him, I think maybe
You have forgotten that the old romance
And those nine letters you could never deliver
They must be kept in your oblivion
And although I always think about you today I just want you to be happy
And now, I just have to bear this cruel and absurd indecision

Today knowing
That strange story
Something is moving here in my heart
A tender love comes to my memory
A girl who was my dream

Ever
I wanted to confess to him
That love that I kept in my heart
I was not able, I acted like a coward
And today I regret that absurd indecision

How I wish I could turn back time
And have ink and paper
To write to you everything I feel
I still love you
But you
You live with him