Parla

Mais cela ne signifie pas que je ne t'aime plus, je sais seulement que tu n'es pas pour moi.

Je t’aime… moi non plus

I think the most weird thing about this tragedy is that I love someone as the blue sky loves the sun. They need each other to shine. And I think I love like Monet loved the blue, through his art. And perhaps I do love you as the sea loves the waves, as the sand needs the ocean to bring her right into the earth to create what we call a beach, or even a plage. Parce que vous êtes ma plage, and I'd love to visit you anytime.

You are my plage.

Would you love me if you saw me in the darkest moment?

Can you stay here until the end?

Can you stay and just smile?

Not with me, but with her, that's what I sense.

I hope she loves you as you truly deserve.

Though we're apart, my support won't wane,

May you love her like never before, regain.

Discover joy and declare, 'Nothing can impede you now.'

Our paths diverge, yet I still wish you the best,

Uncertain of your well-being, I hope you find rest.

Babe, I loved you alone, in the midnight glow, In my mind, I spun a world where our love would grow. This place, just a figment of my wild imagination, As I whispered, you're the woman of my infatuation.

Even if the end feels a bit melancholic, Babe, I'm yours, my devotion symbolic. Till the last ounce vanishes in Antarctica, Baby, I'm yours, yeah, like a cosmic mantra.

Even if stars crash from the skies, oh so high, In this Arctic love, under the neon sky.