I still think of us, eight hours of nine

I´m walking on streets through which we used to walk
the same bench, the same tree
On streets where we were holding hands and promised
What I say today and now, I feel really
I feel like I´ve lost what I´ve loved most in this world
I let time to pass and it feels like is falling asleep
But I still think of us eight hours of nine
I see the buildings I see all the places
And they awaken memories
I don´t hold your hand, but I have you in front of me
Morning disappeared in a second and...
Now, alone I´m at a dead end on another road
My heart cries and I do not want it to see
I do not want it to see because it doesn't understand
How time have passed and I'm still suffering