From childhood — countless recollections,
But now — just dreams I’m clinging to.
Love, walks, and whispered sweet confessions,
And most of all, it’s still just you.

No last goodbye, yet still I'm haunted
By that one day you stood so near.
They say that love, like roses, withers...
And days go blank when love’s not here.

No meeting since, no word, no answer...
Not even just a brief “forgive”.
And all we shared, with all its meaning,
I carry still — alone... and live.