This song attacks me while I was living in Piabetá near the train line where it was just me and the world, no mother, father or family growing up like that listening to that sound on the radio of a pile.
#3pnato
"I'm so tired of it all, remembering how good I used to be and missing you.
Even from the bad memories, there was a flame, a little flame that was able to save me whenever I felt sad and broken.
But little by little, that flame went out, until they just turned to ash... And today, when I feel broken, I only have these ash to grab me, because I know I'll never have that flame again. And I wonder: what will happen when the wind takes the ash?"💞💞