Sensation of oppression
And slowness floods my chest
Dark solitude settles on me
As veil of widow
Leaving in my interior
what had to flow
As flows the water in a river,
And flows the blood in my veins

While rain is falling in the morning
I visit your dwelling
knowing that on this day
You’ll fall asleep for last time

You don’t know what really happens
But you see me like saying goodbye
And requesting aid to end your agony
While you choose your [bad word] 
Everything in nature must follow it’s course

All your suffering, and agony
You left it when you took off
And it was fused with mine