This light of spring tears me apart
bright sun, glory colors, fragrances
they all do kill me in my silence
that exists because of your absence
my lips locked by frost of your hands
my chest is sealed by your last hug
O! Love, how far back was that
how far back that we had met
I still remember you as I saw you
I saw you last just before autumn
and this year autumn is still far
how do I live till autumn arrives
not knowing if I would see you then
I no longer touch anything in world
Oh, its coarse, all objects are coarse
after I held tenderness of your skin
nothing has that softness, nothing
and in this dark night away from you
in this dark night devoid of your eyes
I can cry, silently, without the world
silently, without anyone to know
how much I have loved you here
how many times I die waiting for you
bright sun, glory colors, fragrances
they all do kill me in my silence
that exists because of your absence
my lips locked by frost of your hands
my chest is sealed by your last hug
O! Love, how far back was that
how far back that we had met
I still remember you as I saw you
I saw you last just before autumn
and this year autumn is still far
how do I live till autumn arrives
not knowing if I would see you then
I no longer touch anything in world
Oh, its coarse, all objects are coarse
after I held tenderness of your skin
nothing has that softness, nothing
and in this dark night away from you
in this dark night devoid of your eyes
I can cry, silently, without the world
silently, without anyone to know
how much I have loved you here
how many times I die waiting for you
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