Why do you care if I love you,
if you don't do it anymore?
Love which has already left,
must not be remembered.
I was your life's illusion,
one distant day.
Today, I represent the past,
can't stay quiet.
If the things one wants,
could be reached,
you would love me the same
as twenty years in the past.
With sadness we look at
this love which goes away,
it's a part of one's soul,
that tears itself apart, merciless.