The void is still closed,
The pain still grows.
Memories linger inside,
So in my shell I hide.
I promised myself to move on
Her painful memories begone
To set myself free,
And return to my true nobility.
But the love is still inside me.
Winter has already ravaged my leaves,
But Spring isn't still here.
When will my leaves be replaced?
When will the memories be erased?
Each day is like a century,
Each flashback is a bitter memory.
That my other half has left me,
Deserted, left only with self-pity.
But the void must open,
So Spring can enter. Then,
My leaves will be replaced,
The memories shall be erased,
And all shall be forgotten...