I touched your things,
and a current ran through me.
It's been years since you left,
but I'm still digging through my ashes.
I never got over you. Nor will I ever.
Έτσι ειναι οι μεγάλοι έρωτες.
And if they ask me about you,
I won't tell them that I can still smell you on my nostrils.
Nor do I expect you to return.
Well, I'm not telling you either.
And if I admitted it today,
It is because I have succumbed to the futility of time.
Because another day went by without you saying good morning to me.
Because another summer has come and gone without us seeing the sunset from the little church I loved.
Because when I lie down to sleep at night, I think of your warmth to help me fall asleep.
Because all of this has faded so much that I am afraid I will forget.
Because then I will lose you.