I made the memories ashy
from the source of my soul.
I found my tears for you,
I found the smiles sewn.

I drank from the smoldering coal,
without love, I will live now.
I want to sink into a sleepless night,
until the heart slowly goes out.

I went to our favorite place,
where she captured me.
I sat down and wept -
the flower of our dreams is dead.

I did not have the strength to call "stop"
The rain dampened my impulse.
But how many times did I say quietly "I love you"
when you are gone.