Όπως λέει και ο τίτλος μια ιστορία χαμένης αγάπης....Παρακαλώ όποιος μπορεί να το μελοποιήσει να το κάνει!Συγγνώμη για το θάρρος...Περιμένω κριτικές...(όπως είπε ενα παιδί τα αγγλικά μου δεν είναι τόσο καλά οπότε όποιες διορθώσεις ευπρόσδεκτες!!!!)
I miss you when sky is gold
By the sunset of lost love
I always recall your memory
When the twilight fills me terrory.
I often thinks of sorrow
I often think of hollow
But I always thinks of you
You that calls me “who”.
The hurricane of your blond hair
Please come and save me from death
With your pale hands catch me
With your cold lips kiss me.
I miss you when the sky is gold
By the sunset of lost love
I always recall your memory
When the twilight fills my terrory.
I often think of sorrow
I often think of hollow
But I always think of you
You that calls me “who”.
The hurricane of your blonde hair
Please come and save me from death
With your pale hands catch me
With your cold lips kiss me.
διόρθωσα λίγο τα αγγλικά σου :P