November 1st
I had a precious friendHe felt closer to me than the sound of my own breathHe filled up his dreams with melodies of the piano and the acoustic guitarAnd he loved music over realityOh, in those bygone days, he took his steps on a different path to othersAnd that pink smile that he gave me from the stageI still miss those daysBecause back then, we didn’t know that love and passion would turn poisonous
Detachment is the shadow of the geniusEvery moment his heart burned, the glass would fill up with alcoholThough I was worried about my friend, I couldn’t say anythingAnd just watched him from the back, disappearing into a hidden pathIf this was a deeper sin than the scar that he has left me after leavingMy heart would be filled with nothing but shower rain; I miss you so much,you, who would sit on the end of the empty stageand chase after the pieces of the dream that cannot be seized
Without saying that I loved you Without saying that I missed youWithout saying that I was grateful I’ve only watched you…Without saying that I loved you Without saying that I missed youI say this only now, at last I’m sorry
I had a precious friendHe felt closer to me than the sound of my own breathHe filled up his dreams with melodies on the piano and the acoustic guitarAnd he loved music over realityHe answered the silently approaching gestures of darkness with smilesAnd sang mournfullyHe leaned on music with a rough voiceAnd dwelled on his own pain of solitude, only to swallow it down…My love, always stay by my side please, like the rain or the musicLighting up the walls of a back street like a lantern in the dark, early morningA woeful voice, stained with realityYou evaporated like water and disappearedI see you in the portrait of a rainy dayIf you still cherish our memories, please smile at mePlease give me even a dim smile, soon to disappear
Without saying that I loved you Without saying that I missed youWithout saying that I was grateful I’ve only watched you…Without saying that I loved you Without saying that I missed youI say this only now, at last I’m sorry
Hey,I am sorry,Like a bird, abandoned by the sky,flaps its wings hopelessly, silently, weakly,and endlessly on a boy’s palmWill I just live on endlessly like this?Like a bird, abandoned by the sky, hopelesslyflaps its wings , silently, weakly,and endlessly on a boy’s palmWill I just live on endlessly like this?Without saying that I loved you Without saying that I missed youWithout saying that I was grateful I’ve only watched you…Without saying that I loved you Without saying that I missed youI say this only now, at last I’m sorry