Camila, 17 - Brazil. Elf, Beauty, A+ but most important, an String."Starting from the first day that it rained, till the last soaked day. The darkness of the long tunnel in my dream, it soaks up slowly. No matter how much I turn back your memory. Those words, I cannot avoid at the end of separation, I turn back. Slowly, the stacked up emotions. Slowly, the gathered memories. I will slowly, slowly forget them. Andante... In this dream that I've gotten used to carefully, I'll prepare for separation. I can't even change your heart in my dream. When will I be able to forget you. When I open my eyes, it's already Thursdays and again, Tuesday. Now even time is passing quickly. When I want to keep you in a little bit more. I try to endure through it but I can't help it...
It builds up coldly, in front of my eyes
My tears gradually well up, slowly. Someday, I will slowly, forget them..."