Not to live well, not to walk well, not to be well, but to survive, somehow just to survive... In trying to do just this much today life has run out, ended!
I remember everything, though you have forgotten it all. If forgetting brings comfort, who chooses to remember?
You have so much to remember, while I, apart from you alone, have nothing else worth keeping in mind! Joy or sorrow, only you remain in this heart!
Sometimes the heart feels joy, sometimes sorrow, though mostly it feels nothing at all.
All that is old comes today and stops at my window; in sun-drenched afternoons, rainy nights, in the star-watched hours these stale words stay awake and chatter endlessly.
Storm comes with all wings spread to my courtyard, covering over the fear of life running out, the shame of living.
Today I am deeply sunk in winter; the love and passion of bygone days long ago in the wind flew away to distant places!