11-05-2009

i don't want to have any instant message or message sending contact for a moment

A nostalgic smell
flutters in the wind
even though you burned out
and are no longer here.
Since then, my heart has been
an eternal white Arctic night.
I cannot love anyone like that.

Loneliness together with loneliness--
a traveler and a traveler.
The momentary midsummer
that enveloped we two.
Even now, in my hands
your weight and warmth sighs...

I wish I could have given you life.
But why is it that I alone am alive like this?
Look down, please, from somewhere in
the sky, on this way of life
that does not embarrass you.

Loneliness together with loneliness--
a traveler and a traveler.
It was a parting we could see
from the time we first met.
Believing in the day when we can meet,
far off in time,
I wander in the white Arctic night.

i cant write that good word, i hope i can write it out one day