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Histoire | Ton Sourire
J'ai regardé au ciel. Le soleil a brillé. Il faisait beau, mais tu étais plus beau. Tu as souri au soleil, ensuite à moi. Ton sourire étais chaleureux, et j'ai repondu avec un sourire. Ça te rendais heureux, ainsi ton sourire a élargi. J'ai regardé au loin, car ton sourire me blessais. Je savais que je ne pourrais jamais t'avoir.
« Comment ça va? » tu as dit.
J'ai soupiré, un peu tristement. « Ça va bien. » C'étais la vérité, aussi longtemps que tu m'aies regardé, avec un sourire dans tes yeux.
« Veux-tu aller chez moi? » tu as demandé.
Quelle question sote! Je ne pourrais que dire un mot. « Oui! »
Tu semblais briller comme le soleil. « On y va! » Tu as commencé marcher, et je t'ai suivi, avec un sourire vrai. J'ai eu l'espoir. J'espérais qu'il serais different... que j'aie eu tort.
Avec tes yeux, ton sourire... j'avais besoin avoir tort.
I looked at the sky. The sun was shining. It was beautiful, but you were more beautiful. You smiled at the sun, then at me. Your smile was warm, and I responded with a smile. That made you happy, so your smile widened. I looked away, because your smile hurt me. I knew that I could never have you.
"How are you" you said.
I sighed, a little sadly. "I'm good." It was the truth, as long as you looked at me, with a smile in your eyes.
"Do you want to go to my house?" you asked.
What a silly question! I could only say a word. "Yes!"
You seemed to shine like the sun. "Let's go!" You began to walk, and I followed you, with a real smile. I had hope. I hoped that it would be different... that I was wrong.
With your eyes, your smile... I needed to be wrong.
« Comment ça va? » tu as dit.
J'ai soupiré, un peu tristement. « Ça va bien. » C'étais la vérité, aussi longtemps que tu m'aies regardé, avec un sourire dans tes yeux.
« Veux-tu aller chez moi? » tu as demandé.
Quelle question sote! Je ne pourrais que dire un mot. « Oui! »
Tu semblais briller comme le soleil. « On y va! » Tu as commencé marcher, et je t'ai suivi, avec un sourire vrai. J'ai eu l'espoir. J'espérais qu'il serais different... que j'aie eu tort.
Avec tes yeux, ton sourire... j'avais besoin avoir tort.
I looked at the sky. The sun was shining. It was beautiful, but you were more beautiful. You smiled at the sun, then at me. Your smile was warm, and I responded with a smile. That made you happy, so your smile widened. I looked away, because your smile hurt me. I knew that I could never have you.
"How are you" you said.
I sighed, a little sadly. "I'm good." It was the truth, as long as you looked at me, with a smile in your eyes.
"Do you want to go to my house?" you asked.
What a silly question! I could only say a word. "Yes!"
You seemed to shine like the sun. "Let's go!" You began to walk, and I followed you, with a real smile. I had hope. I hoped that it would be different... that I was wrong.
With your eyes, your smile... I needed to be wrong.