• Sadness memories in this cold moonglare
    The dry air of this night reminds me your absence
    If only you were here
    You’d see my bleeding wound
    Could you see…

    The spumous red dripping
    It won’t healing alone
    But, tell me if I can’t see your eyes anymore
    To open my eyes staring at my pain

    I will not wait your white hand anymore
    Those hands, that once help me heal
    Maybe you already have forgot it
    But… if you were here… could you see?

    If you want you could see my absence
    Or my loneliness under this black night
    Maybe my absence is imperceptible for you
    Dou you care? Maybe once… but not anymore…