When the wind rocks your chair, I become scared.
It's an unaware attempt from you to jump back into my life again.
Can you make it?
You've parted a long time ago.
In the middle of a stormy affair, you left, my heart was broken.
I started as a widow of loneliness, and I endured.
I stop believing, life passes by me, rubbing my shoulders and moving far, my wounds never heal, and my recollection keeps a taste of bitterness under my tongue.
When the wind rocks your chair, I become scared.
Darling, are you longing for me?
Please, stay there, don't come back, stay.