The first time i've met you
I fed the illusion of being happy
I was sad, I smile
Caught the pine and sang
So much verses i've made
In my chest i keep them
One day you left
My pine became voiceless
And my voice
In my throat died
I keep trying to forget the pain,
I'm not capable,
My guitar
Don't play anymore
I live sad
In meditation,
I don't sing anymore,
My comfort is cry