A log pops in the fire
and I hold you tighter
in the cold darkness.
When I leave
your smell will go with me
into the deep night
and I will have the impression
of you
in my arms.
Alas, this moment will not last forever
and my heart will
eventually fail.
One cold winter
my mind will not remember
your voice,
and its sweet melody of water and bells.
I apologize now
for my short-spanned life.
My life has been stolen,
by the age
of the empires.
If only we lived forever,
I would never let you go...