Langue d'arrivée: Anglais
What kind of passion is this,
I don't understand myself.
How can any person miss another person this much?
My bed is ice cold, my room is dark.
Without you this man is withering away day by day.
I really miss saying 'my love' to you.
It suits you the most.
I'm gonna take you into my arms if only you'd return to me.
Let alone life, death could no longer take you from me.
The nights have turned into years wiping away my tears.
My pillow has given up consoling me.
I really miss saying my love...