I remember quite clearly nom when the story happed .The Autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground, recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shine. That time we used to be happy. Well, I thoughtwe were. But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me, not daring to tell me . On that precious night, watching the lake, vaguely conscious, kyou said: Our story is ending. The rain was killing the lad\st days of autumn, you had been killing mylast breath of love since a long time age. I st ……
