Today, you looked in the mirror,
And you felt sad; you were alone.
The light whispered, the air sang,
But your beloved did not return.

The days remorse you,
The nights blame you,
And anguish weighs upon you.

This melancholic melody of living,
It hums; and it haunts you.
Despair grips your being,
Desperate, where are you going?

You will smile; you'll pray to the gods,
You will tremble your hands,
But your beloved will not return,
Your beloved, so beloved.