A rainy november day,
Air stuck in my throat;
Tears flowing down the face
Are not letting me breathe.
A mixture of smoke and steam
Numbs the scorching pain
That burns the insides
As I try to say my last goodbye.
Weary eyes and the kindest wrinkles
Are covering the pale made-up face;
This face will remain,
And your young self
Will keep coming to my dreams.
My first friend and support,
The one who understood and listened.
Another winter is covering the earth with ice,
And I welcome you every time
Even though I know you are never coming back.
Forever in my mind and heart
You will stay,
And make me proud to be your blood.