Your empty bed next to me
reminds me now afterwards:
You're gone and perhaps
I'll never get you next to me again.
You went to another bed,
and started everything over.
Even though you knew it would hurt
and destroy the rest.
Where would I go?
Now I don't know,
how I would move forwards.
When the day is windy
yet the ice won't still melt.
You wen to another bed,
and started everything over.
Even though you knew it would hurt
and destroy the rest.
Where would I go?
Now I don't know,
how I would move forwards.
When the day is windy
yet the ice won't still melt.
Though in due time
my legs will carry me.
If only I managed to just try
and again cheer up.