memories are on the watch on top of my head
they keep watching me day and night
i have dreams, i have fantasies
my thoughts are a sea, an ocean are my thoughts
they bring you back
neither do i blow nor rain (*)
i keep mourning like a dumb mountain (or, i keep lamenting mutely/silently like a mountain)
i have prayers, i have walls
i keep writing and saying your name in deep grief
oh, songs were left unfinished
time isn't a cure for this wound
an ember only burns where it falls (**)
this world of corrupt order is a lie
don't sing nightingale, don't sing
the soul is chilling in winter
don't leave the rose
the songs and poems are mourning