Show me your loneliness
and I will teach you mine
to keep ourselves company
and so that the sorrow no longer hurts.
Show me your nakedness—
I cover you up with mine
in order for new leaves to grow
and so that you finally smile.
Tell me who hurt you so much, woman of wood.
I want to give you my entire life.
I, who cherished you so much, woman of wood,
it is my dream that you love me.
I miss so much your smile
that your sorrow stole from you.
(I went away.)
If silence changed us
and we lost all hope—
if life deceived you,
this love did not forget you.
That which was desolate,
new water inundated
and a way forward without hard feelings.
The sun rises—
(igniting that tormented past)
the sun rises—
(new birds migrating during our encounter)
put to sleep your branches in love.
Tell me who hurt you so much, woman of wood.
I want to give you my entire life.
I, who cherished you so much, woman of wood,
it is my dream that you love me.
I miss so much your smile
that your sorrow stole from you.
In your eyes,
the mystery—
the hope
that one day you will not go away from me.
(Tell me who hurt you so much, woman of wood.)
I want to give you my entire life.
(I, who cherished you so much, woman of wood,)
it is my dream that you love me.
I miss so much your smile
that your sorrow stole from you—and she went away—
and she went away.