Ghost of love
I can’t forgive, I cannot understand.
The frantic winds will scatter it forever,
All that we might have built upon this land.
Just like the last leaf falling from a birch tree,
Before the winter’s chill begins to bloom,
My love is weeping, longing to be free,
Knowing its toil has met a silent doom.
Alone in a cold and empty apartment,
Alone without you in this phantom sphere.
No faith and no hope, no love’s sweet enchantment,
With the past in a pool of blood, lying here.
I will not tell how rotten I’ve been feeling,
The sleepless nights I've spent in silence deep.
I thought of all your lies, my senses reeling,
Trying to keep my soul’s cry in its sleep.
Like two straight lines that cross and then they sever,
Diverging further, fading out of sight.
We’ll part with no regret, none whatsoever,
Staying with those who were our truly "right."
Alone in a cold and empty apartment,
Alone without you in this phantom sphere.
No faith and no hope, no love’s sweet enchantment,
With the past in a pool of blood, lying here.
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