I’m dyed so deeply
In this color that can’t be changed
I once told a story
That now approaches its epilogue.
You shook yourself free,
Your feelings slipping just out of sight,
Was that really all it took to end it?
A twist from a cheap novel?
I don’t want a literary award
As you fade into the distant past,
The parting gift you left me grows vivid in color
It’s so wildly painful.
If nothing will come
Of our goodbye,
At least let me grow cold to this.
The night you cut through
Was just a bit too big for us
I always knew
How the clouds were blowing,
But even still, I looked forward to that ray of light.
I’m such a fool, you see –
I want to keep on wishing.
You changed your colors
Now look at me, broken,
The hand you once offered to me
Has now withdrawn
From my sight.
When I was consumed by sadness,
What lifted me up at that time
Was also the memory of you –
It’s painful, isn’t it?
Ah, how painful
No matter how many times I shout that it can’t end like this,
You simply shake your head
The light has grown cold,
And so awfully pale.
“If this has to end, I wouldn’t mind a second try -“
I tried to open my mouth and say it,
But the things we have shut away
Can never be returned to.
The night split into two,
Is filled with the scent of tulips
You fulfill your dreams, inviting my tears.
There’s no longer anything I can change,
So I grab your sleeve
That’s all I can do.
If nothing will come
Of our goodbye,
At least let me grow cold to this.
The night you cut through
Was just a bit too big for us
The two of us, stained red, will end today
Melting into the falling snow
Becoming the color of your desire,
Ah, how cold…