Still today, I feel so sad,
unable to accept that you've gone,
left me all alone,
my heart in line
to love you once more,
but can I wait for that time?

Honestly, I don't think I can live
in this torment for long,
because I love you still,
but you don't feel the same song.
I doubt my tears will ever dry,
or that I can turn the page
on the times we shared,
every moment where the wind whispers your name.

Perhaps I don't want
you to hear my words,
maybe because I fear
it might hurt too much,
too much to feel unloved.

I know that with the years,
my love will fade away,
and one day you'll be just a memory,
a dark shadow,
no more than a trace
that my verses won't carry your name.

A few years down the road,
I won't be the same as before,
not even now,
I'll find a new honor,
and also restore
what was lost;
the pain will be no more.