A year goes round again,
The winters are ringing the bell,
It reminds me of you, and you.
The warmth you hold in you,
And my only faith.
Winters are harsh here,
More harsh it is in my cold heart,
Frozen is my soul,
Trapped in time.
I wonder, if you ever could, for once,
Trap me in you,
Let me breath in you.
Every evening brings reminiscence of our tales,
Yet, it ends in me and not reach you.
I know, the sun shines bright there,
In my home, way back there,
I wish I would have sat facing it,
And not like, I always turned my back towards it .
Today I know, how sacred it was,
To not let my heart freeze, so often.
I know the mornings would still have mist with it,
And the grasses would be wet,
They always has the pleasure to tickle your feet.
Here wet it is, dew drops,
That fall from my eyes.
I know, he still stands near the swing,
And doesn't find me,
He looks for our laughter, I know.
Your voice, the spell,
That I always woke up for.
Today, you don't wake me up,
To collect the fallen night jasmines.
Fallen here it is, my fragile life.
Don't try to collect it dear,
Not everything can be recollected,
And can be placed back at place.