When the night falls,
again your image calls.
I feel the shivers from the opened window,
wraping my heart like a winter meadow.
The moments we spent together,
weren't meant to be bitter.
The times you heard me cursing,
just know it's not about you missing.
Even if I'm ordinary and you're gone,
I will be next to you, your Argon.
Try and stay well, farewell.