I long for those rainy days under the blankets the curtains closed tight pretending the sun I remeber those crazy journeys whithout maps or ends to see beyond the last hill if the road comes to her death I long for those evenings of stupid rages and broken dishes of short flights and sudden returns and making peace till light I remember those chilly mornings the clouds of our breaths blinding the mirror as we admired our love There is nothing I regret Nothing I want to forget Those are our treasures for all who loved our love our legacy-