If happy days have vanished forever,
there still remains in the depths of me: my forgotten love.
All of my memories are now nothing but regrets
when your face bent over me begins to speak
of a forgotten love.
So many cries of joy echoed deep inside you
but nights of the past have already faded away.
And I remain here alone—my eyes closed—my heart wounded—
crying in silence over your absence,
my love, our forgotten love.