Your fingers could play these old keyboards
On this tarnished piano,
Which is our love.
They would crack always the same sound.
Your green nailed sight of this whip crack
Would be a very sweet music,
Strongly keeping
Our reality not to disappear.
You’re still my love
Although, sometimes,
I may forget the notion.
You and your very wished piano
Were against my will.
You know I will never be there,
Although once, long time ago,
I swore to be there.
The sheer pain may bring,
Sometimes,
This love again
Into my will
To strengthen each other in this sorrow.
Well, it’s a way to keep you safe in my heart.
So many years,
Your green eyes saw another sky,
While you were trying to be
Full of adaptability.
You quenched your thirst
For freedom.
It seems that freedom without love
Is possible,
But love without freedom
Is impossible.
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