lunes, 24 de noviembre de 2008

A sorrow

A sorrow, a sorrow

burns my soul,

a sorrow falls into the abism

of our forgotten love.

And now,

in thie early morning

in which I can't sleep

I cry

when I remember that goodbye

you told me

the night when I died

last time.

And your hand, which I held strong.

Don't leave me, I need you,

I begged.

Don't leave me, I love you,

I shrieked.

But you were no longer ther,

but you're no here either.

And now,

in this early morning

in which I can't sleep,

I beg you again,

Don't leave me, I miss you,

don't leave me, come back.

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