Remember when i went away? Remember when i called you and cried into my end of the phone?"Where is my little rose? Has the sheep got to her? The elements, maybe?" Surrounded by the unending beauty of the European countryside all I wanted was to be with my rose.
Now is not so different. I must return to you, my little rose. You have sent me messages from your end of the phone this time too, and you are also crying. You have described to me the sheep's suggestive glances. And now I am wondering if I forgot your glass bowl...
So i will fall into the sand as a tree does (without a sound).
I love you, my rose.
And I'm sorry I left your teddy on the underground.
Le Jour d'Avant- Yann Tiersen
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