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Don't write! I am sad and I would like to fade away. The beautiful summers, without you, it's love without a torch. I have closed my arms that cannot reach you and knocking on my heart is like knocking on a tomb. Don't write! Let's only learn to die to ourselves. Don't ask God, ask yourself if I loved you. In the depths of your silence, to hear that you love me, is to hear the sky without ever reaching it. Don't write! I fear you, I fear my memory. It has kept your voice that calls me often. Don't show the running water to one who cannot drink it. A dear handwriting is a living portrait. Don't write those two words that I dare not read anymore. It seems that your voice spreads them on my heart, that I see them shining through your smile. It seems that a kiss imprints them on my heart. Don't write! Let's only learn to die to ourselves. Don't ask God, ask yourself if I loved you. In the depths of your silence, to hear that you love me, is to hear the sky without ever reaching it... Don't write!