I want you to know one thing You know how this is If I look at the crystal moon at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window lf I touch near the fire the mpalpable ash，or the wrinkled body of the log Evervthing carrie's me to you As if everything that exists Aromas，light，medals，Or little boats that sail toward those isles of your that wait for me，well now.If little by little You stop loving me，I shall stop loving you Little by little. If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me. For I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life，And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have root Remember，that on that day， at that hour，I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land. But， if each day， each hour，You feel that you are destined forme with implacable sweetness，If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me，Ah my love， ah my own，in me all that fire is repeated，In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten My love feeds on your love， beloved，And as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.