Nothing lasts, you said, gently tying,
The laces of your fashionable jogging shoes,
With a glistening in your eyes,
That put our love in the morgue,
As if love was a race just to win a medal,
My mouth was filled with the dust of your words,
Like a modern prep student, I nodded,
The April sky laughed,
The blossoming flower’s fragrance screamed,
In the most beautiful municipal park of city