🎵 INTRO (Solo piano. Se escucha el sonido de una pluma escribiendo sobre papel.) I never knew... who this last letter belonged to. VERSE 1 I folded memories into paper, sealed them with invisible tears. Addressed them to a place that no longer existed. Every page carried your shadow, every sentence knew your name. I thought I was writing to yesterday... but yesterday never wrote back. PRE-CHORUS Funny how the heart keeps sending letters... to houses that no one lives in anymore. CHORUS So here's the last letter I'll never have to send. Not because the story didn't matter... But because it finally found its end. Every word I couldn't whisper, every dream I couldn't keep... Tonight... I leave them in the ink. VERSE 2 There were winters I called forever, springs that bloomed too soon. Some people become chapters... others become the whole room. I carried pieces of old conversations, inside pockets no one could see. Until I realized... the weight wasn't you. It was me holding on. PRE-CHORUS Some stories don't ask to be forgotten. They simply ask... to be finished. CHORUS So here's the last letter I'll never have to send. Not because I stopped loving... but because I started living again. Every page I once protected now becomes the wind. Tonight... I leave them in the ink. 🎷 SAX SOLO (Solo de saxofón. Sin voz. Como si las palabras que ya no hacen falta las dijera el instrumento.) BRIDGE Dear stranger... I spent years believing I was writing to someone I had lost. But somewhere between the tears... the silence... and the healing... I finally understood... You were never the one waiting for this letter. (Silencio. Solo piano.) FINAL CHORUS So here's the last letter... The one I never knew how to write. The one that carried every version of me. To the girl who survived. To the woman who kept believing. To the dreamer who never stopped creating. And to the heart... that finally learned... to come home. OUTRO (Solo piano.) The envelope... was never meant... for you. It always belonged... to me. (Última nota de piano. Se escucha la pluma cerrar el sobre.)
