I wish that I could write a song.
My soul is longing for a bit of music.
It’s been like… half a year, right?
I have been struggling, and I have been losing.
I wanted to forget but didn’t quite succeed.
My memory would not give up that easy.
Some things were left behind, abandoned and dismissed,
Unspoken of – and that might be the reason.
Uncertainty still lingers in my mind,
Disquieting, disturbing kind of feeling.
One has it when no answer would be right
Because the riddle has a multitude of meanings.
I wish that I could ask. I wish I could respond.
That would relieve me from the heavy burden.
We both would know. We both would understand.
We would have banished the malicious warden
That stands between us since the winter day
When I had told you that you should pursue your way,
That brings uneasiness and tenseness when we meet,
Reminding us of what we said and did.
Then I would know that we’d settled all the matters
And there is no issue left behind.
Maybe you also would be feeling a bit better,
And this affair will be lost in sands of time.