And there was no return

: You didn't sleep at all last night, did you?
: What? Of course I did!
: You kept looking at me the whole time, holding me close.
: Ha ha ha! You're everything to me—if I can't see you, can't touch you...how can I keep my heart at peace?
: You're terribly strange.
: And you? You're so beautiful! There's something strangely peaceful about touching you.

So much of what I do is childish—
you must get annoyed.
There are many ways to show irritation,
but as punishment—
you won't look at me even once more, I know.

: Enough punishment, stop now.
How can I tell you, tell me—
I want desperately to protect you,
yet I haven't been able to, properly.

: You had said, "When you return, we'll talk about so many things"—
but I never came back...