I used to care, about only you.
I tell you, I swear, what I say is true.
But now it is black, where I once had a heart.
And I want it back, but you tore it apart.
Now all is blue, and greyish in tone.
What I need from you now, is to leave me alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem