THE LAST TABLE - The last table still remembers your goodbye. | French chanson, has

🦋 © METAMORPHOSIS – OFFICIAL Author & Producer: Metamorphosis Official © All rights reserved 🎶 Lyrics and music created exclusively for the Metamorphosis projects. 100% original content, protected by copyright. 🎨 IMPORTANT NOTICE (DISCLAIMER) The images and animations used in this video do NOT represent real people. They were generated using artificial intelligence (AI) as an artistic and visual resource. 🚫 No recycled material or third-party content has been used. 🎵 Musical genres: Ballad · Pop · Mexican Regional · Huapango · Ranchera · Norteño · Cumbia · Bolero · Mariachi · and others. Tango · Flamenco · Andean Music · Caribbean Music · World Music · and others. 🌍 Songs are released in Spanish, as well as English, French, Italian, Portuguese and German, depending on the work. ✨ Thank you for being part of this transformation of the soul. #Metamorphosis #OriginalMusic #LatinMusic #WorldMusic #IndependentMusic #aiartsysoul Lyrics: You ordered coffee as always,I ordered courage just to speak,outside the rain was falling softly,inside the ending had begun. Your hands played nervouslywith the spoon and the tablecloth,I already knew the newsbefore I heard it spoken. Chorus The last tablestill holds your goodbye,two empty cupsand a trace of love. The last tablewatched me understandthat sometimes you loseeven while sitting still. You said “I’m sorry”so quietly,like someone breaking something by mistake,but there are little wordsthat can tear down a whole home. There were no screams,there was no blame,only a cruel silence,and a chair across from minethat learned never to return. The last tablestill stands in that corner,with the invisible markof your decision. The last tabletaught me the truth:there are gentle goodbyesthat hurt much more. You ordered coffee as always,I ordered courage just to speak,outside the rain was falling softly,inside the ending had begun. Your hands played nervouslywith the spoon and the tablecloth,I already knew the newsbefore I heard it spoken. Chorus The last tablestill holds your goodbye,two empty cupsand a trace of love. The last tablewatched me understandthat sometimes you loseeven while sitting still. You said “I’m sorry”so quietly,like someone breaking something by mistake,but there are little wordsthat can tear down a whole home. There were no screams,there was no blame,only a cruel silence,and a chair across from minethat learned never to return. The last tablestill stands in that corner,with the invisible markof your decision. The last tabletaught me the truth:there are gentle goodbyesthat hurt much more. The last table,what a sad memory,the memory of the last table. I still remember youat the last table. The last table. The last table.