So cold without you
So empty
Only lonely memories
Remaining in the mirror

Tattooed with looks
You wear a smell of yearning
Driven by memories
You walk to the river
Dressed in ecstasy
Showering sensual charms
You await

Pan-existing clocks measure time cruelly
You do not give up
With your proud look
You smile towards the stars
Snow smells so beautifully with the past

This penance has no end
Without your breath
Without your desire

I cannot do anything about it
Only the withered river awaits me
One of her banks so lonely
Like the uneven space of boundlessness and chaos
You dance to the words
You exist in the spells
Taste of thoughts and smell of jasmine felt right next to you

Dispassionate is the time
Like grath of red rose
Living just in your mouth
This penance has no end
Without your breath
Without your desire

It is so beautiful to exist
On the other side of the mirror
Only there your spells may be felt
Only there we find ourselves
This penance has no end
Without your breath
Without your desire