After all that I suffered,
you cannot say "let’s still be friends."
We must never, ever meet again.
I remember too many things—
too many things now lost
that I need to wipe from my memory.
As you know, beautiful things do not come back—
and therefore it is futile to believe again
in a love that has ended.
In a day, for both of us,
a life has been consumed.
We have nothing more to say to each other.
As you know, beautiful things do not come back—
and therefore it is futile to believe again
in a love that has ended.
In a day, for both of us,
a life has been consumed.
We have nothing more to say to each other--
nothing more—
nothing more.