Through these lonely nights,
O my friend, my heart’s companion,
On my knees,
I weep like a soul in despair.
O best beloved,
I stand through a thick pall of darkness,
As you travel on.
The thoughts of you and me, a forgotten wish.
Nothing earned or lost,
Now that you are gone,
they go so slow.
Miles get longer as I get close to you.
Words are too mild to say it all.
Along the walls of my heart,
There are arched niches,
In which resides the dusts of mournful pensiveness.
Terror struck, I cannot tell day from night,
Bitter and harsh and sour.
Burning red, burning bright,
Burning up, until nothing is left inside.
But it won’t last,
From time to time, I’d start awake,
I’d tremble in fearful unrest.
Of all the things that never die,
I’ve hold on to you,
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