Your fingers could play these old keyboards

Of this tarnished piano,

Which is our love.

They would crack always the same sound.

Your green nailed sight on this whip crack

Would be a very sweet music,

Strongly keeping

Our reality not to disappear.

You're still my love

Although, sometimes,

I may forget the notion.

You and your very wished piano

Were against my will.

You know I will never be there,

Although once,long time ago,

I swore to be there.

The sheer pain may bring,

Sometimes,

This love again

Into my will

To strengthen each other in this sorrow.

Well, it's a way to keep you safe in my heart.

So many years,

Your green eyes saw another sky,

While you were trying to be

Full of adaptability.

You quenched your thirst

For freedom.

It seems that freedom without love

Is possible,

But love without freedom

Is impossible.