Pain

[nidole]

I remember the first day of our meeting.
I remember our first steps of dance.
I remember our first kiss and our insane moments.
I remember tone beautiful face soft.
I badly have memories given up in my heart.
I have tone departure badly.
I want of your silk fingers.
I want of you.

Why this guilty silence?
Why did you give up me in the meanders of despair?
Did you arrange our love with the wall cupboard?

Return me! Quickly return me!
Because I die,
And I still love you.