The little things
that you gave me
I always hold
in my hands
Through them
you are living
Ever so important
in a memory void of value
Vapor is drawn
onto your gentle face
hanging in the air
With your laughter
Rain falls down
Like the water of tears
Tears of Love
Knocking on the windows (1)
The remaining memories
Are always before me
In all circumstances
I'm aware of them
The feeling of hanging in the air
Waiting and waiting
Always waiting
For your arrival
Wherever you are
I'd like to know
This is my love for you
I've come to know
For your redemption
I always make supplication
And for your return
I constantly hope