Love, yes, can be explained—but your touch! Its reality lived only in my imagination; you are pure poetry—I do nothing but gaze at you...
I hold you in a gaze filled with a different kind of enchantment; how can I bid you farewell? At least we had beautiful moments at the end—that is enough; thinking this, I took my leave.
I always wanted...to see your smile in the end; I still...don't write you everything, don't tell you all—it only breeds monotony.
Everything I've had to let go of has been easy...except you. But...if one must leave, then one must leave entirely alone... there is no chance to take anyone along.
The eyes grow heavy with fatigue—as long as I see the distance between you and me.
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