Sometimes the thought crosses my mind / That you were made for me. / Before this you lived among the stars / You were called to earth for me. / Sometimes the thought crosses my mind. / That your body, your eyes are in trust for me. / The dense shade of your hair is for me alone, / These lips, these arms are in my trust. / Sometimes the thought crosses my mind, / As if wedding music plays on the road.
You, / grief for you, / desire for you / no longer exist. / My life seems to be drifting along, / without the need for companionship. / No path, / no goal, / no light is necessary. / In this dark void, / my life stumbles along. / And someday in this very darkness, / I shall lose myself.
We were not like you: saying "Hi" in the morning - drinking tea together in the afternoon - getting engaged by the evening!
For six months you caught glimpses of each other through a window - after a year, "Hello, how are you? Good weather we're having!" and making a plan to look in each other's eyes. Then when you were ready to talk about love you found out that the girl's parents had fixed her marriage to someone else and the poor lover boy was left in the lurch!