I'm sitting and writing a letter to you.
It is vacuous in contents, but the heart is still seeking after you.
From sheet to sheet, I throw a word
And another word, and you do not answer me.
Now that you hug him,
I remember how you always caressed me
Feeling so much, leaving [me] hope.
Maybe we’ll start all over again.
And at night, when you're still with him,
I'm so sick at heart, and I'm still seeking meanwhile
In the midst of the ruins that had lost all value long ago.
Perhaps I’ll find some way there.
And the truth is that I think of both of us
And I don't understand why you gave up everything that between us.
There were days when you screamed loudly that you loved,
So why today is different, you don’t come back anymore.
Time goes on.
Maybe it's my fault that you love him?
If you come back, I'll give everything, just forgive me.
You have to be with me.