Without you:
it feels like a house without a roof
like a tree in autumn
like a vehicle without gazol
like a river without water
like a bird without wings, furthermore a plain that can't fly

Without you:
it feels like a leader without followers
like plowing on the rock, rather without rain
like a beaten dog and doesn't cry
like to eat the scab of the wound
like watching a TV that can't display

Without you I poll during the night
Without you is like reckoning the stars
Without you it feels like a year of femine
Without you it feels like walking on obscurity,

I'll reach nowhere I could with you

Without you is like money without value
It's compatible I've reached a dead end
If is to rapture,
I'll never crush again without you

Without you I'm beyond
Without you my reverie are shabby
Without you I am not candid
I've no vision to accomplish without you

Without you I am aught.