Love does not reside here
Although I occasionally feel it
Longing does not exit from here
Despite earnestly wanting so
I let you go
Although I turn into pieces
I do not forbid, do not fear
I will make a path in the shadows
Cold, strong November winds
Would be bearable, if they had not
Struck a wedge between us
Whims of fate, that's why you are gone
I let you go
Although I turn into pieces
I do not forbid, do not fear
I will make a path in the shadows
My longing to be beside you
Takes shape in these verses
Akin to winds relaying a message
I can still hear you
I let you go
Although I turn into pieces
I do not forbid, do not fear
I will make a path in the shadows
I let you go
Although I turn into pieces
I do not forbid, do not fear
I will make a path in the shadows
I let you go
Although I turn into pieces
I do not forbid, do not fear
I will make a path in the shadows