I’ve never felt this empty before.
Even on tranquil days I held your hand
For so long, I want to protect you
And your fading smile.
Your soft whispers crying that,
Nobody knows who I really am.
The flower field we had loved so much,
Died during the fall and never woke,
Like the love that had withered away.
Your hands always resist me,
This pain is [bad word] to what
I have given up. As we walked on the
Path among flowers, I will never
Forget those spoken words, that
Some memories aren’t meant to leave
Traces, as you turned your back to me.
During spring I returned, and saw
The fields in all there beauty,
You were there with another.
Will I end up loosing you someday?
Where have you gone?