How often it occurs in life,
Eyes that spoke it all offer nothing right.
All the moments: good, that have passed by
Turning all the laughter into a good cry
...
I am all alone
The birds have flown.
The sun has risen like never before,
Encapturing the landscape in its glore.
...
'Hello, Stranger'
How often it occurs in life,
Eyes that spoke it all offer nothing right.
All the moments: good, that have passed by
Turning all the laughter into a good cry
A friend, among the crowd stands out
who seems to undersand it all, suddenly, ends it with a shout!
Why did that friend commit and then forget
The moments, the support: Oh! How I regret!
' This is how i am with everyone,
For you this is not special concern'
How simple it is for this friend of mine
That i am like ' everyone' and not 'someone': for him it is fine
Gradually, the euphoria leaves me
Awaken I do, how clear I see
Sincerity: a part of me is dead
Oh! friend of mine, it is now your turn to be mislead
Painful, the memories may be
Strength, however I feel, inside me
Eyes that once spoke it all
Have now nothing to offer other than observe