Mourning of Lost Love

Loosing something dearest
Is betrayal of the heart.
The grim fate, our master,
Breaks apart our happiness.

An unlucky event,
Disastrous bullet,
Which by the devil’s hand
Killed our beloved one.

Through longing mourning,
We do not let the memory
Escape our mind,
And melancholy consumes us.

Over the grave,
Where happiness was buried,
We weep for the essence,
Which was with us each day.

And now, we are here,
It has ended,
Yet we cannot forget
For it was golden.

Till the end of our lives,
We shall hold it close to us,
The album, full of pictures,
Which will never be repeated.