From the fog of memory

What were you thinking, saying goodbye and walking away like that!

Someone's laughing with a tinkling sound beside me...
If I turn on the light, she won't reveal her presence;
I've been holding onto the person within me
for so long now—but she won't let herself be caught!

When night deepens, my breathing grows heavy
in her embrace;
the mist of memory refuses to lift—
how many more times will I lose you?