Nobody knows how it happened, 

Or when it happened, 

Or if it was when the birds sang their song.

However, 

When they least expected it, 

Crying made its appearance.

Maybe it was because 

Of the absence of love 

That made us so happy some time in the past.

When you least expected it, 

Crying appeared, 

Making you remember those moments 

That one day made you happy

But you did not appreciate 

Because you did not know how precious those moments were 

Until they became a memory.

Silent crying–you cannot know when it will come,

Or if you will only feel in your heart the desire 

To cry for having lost the love of your beloved 

For whom you once cried with happiness.

If you want the crying to stop,

Set your course on the indicated star

So that the storms of tears of that silent cry,

Can fade like the sun fades with those evenings 

When a radiant moonlight appears. 

With time, you will realize that it was better to walk away 

And become a beautiful memory rather than 

To insist and become a nightmare.

I walked away and burned your letters, 

And the smoke drew in the air the most beautiful moments.

I burned so many… 

And the letters cried ink that at the same time bled feelings.