on the bitter lonely night
your blind eyes cannot see
her light skin as white
as a sheet hanging
from the windowsill

I cannot believe
how fast her rosy face
turned colour into porcelain

well, I did not hear from
you anymore, I said
with an unusual shaking voice

out of sigh, out of mind, he replies
with his voice so smooth
that floats like a gust of wind
into the atmosphere once again

little did he know
brave enough
to be alive, she was

but his face expression
so confused and harsh
reminded me of a boy
that once I’ve loved

his pale face, blurred eyes
and twisted fingers
were now drowning
into the icy water

my only love
please do not leave this world, I whispered
cautiously like somebody
could’ve even notice me

but he never wanted to be mine
as he hardly spoke to me that night
and all that I could hear was lies

now I am wandering
through this lonely night
looking into the shining stars
and see her shadow above
the glossy mirror of the river bank