I can feel him softly touching my hair
and kissing my lips.
As I am standing in front of him,
tears are endlessly falling from my eyes
as I recall our days together.
December wind is embracing me so tightly
and I shiver in front of him.
The grasses around us witness the lovers’ union
as I am standing in front of him…
in front of my lover’s tomb.
December wind is embracing me so tightly
and I shiver in front of him.