The memories of yesterday
Are dancing through the breeze
Yet the heart's fading recollection
Seems to have died away
This love's growing hollowness
Are becoming more vividly clear
Regressing over the years
With nothing left, not even tears
What to do on a love that has clearly withered away?
Slowly but surely, unnoticed
Like a vagabond, unable to stay
Infinitely, we remain a novice