Pedro Infante cien anos

You passed by me
With great indifference
Your eyes didn't even look at me
I saw you without you seeing me
I spoke to you without you hearing me
And all my bitterness drowned
Within me
It hurts even the life of me
Knowing that you forgot me
To think that I don't even despise
I deserve you
And yet you continue
United to my existence
And if I live a hundred years
One hundred years I think of you