I ask you where to go
as you watch silently
another spring
passes through a broken heart
slowly.
and you are sleep
and the birds are asleep
and you are dreaming
to another spring
and another memory
not our spring
and not our memories
But sorrow
you and I
far from each will live and die.
it is not the fear of dying
but living without you.
in this strange moment
i will fly away
from this place
and I will always
carry your memory
your sweet memory
