The nights here are still cold, the rain never stops,
The sun hides behind dark clouds, frowning at times,
The strings are plucked, the voice is still the same,
No one can hear it, the still in the air remains,
Something is missing, my soul has been taken away.
The words we shared, those endless days between us,
The vacuum called time, infinite, as it grows every moment,
The cold wind blows, the place is still the same,
No one can see it, maybe I am just hiding away,
Something’s amiss, is it me or have you gone away?