What is love
That question seems so old
while I’m sitting in this room
And I recall
some answears that I’ve been told
just so that I forget
that you’re not here
And I, who wanted to walk alone
-guided by my own company
I sigh, and of course
you cannot hear,
but I know you know
That I am missing you
And that’s the only thing I know
That I am missing you
and I just can’t let go
If I cried,
that would not help at all
It would only make my complexion turn grey
And I tell myself that I don’t care
Just like a stubborn child
But I am missing you
And that’s the only thing I know
That I am missing you
and I just can’t let go