I'm disappearing in the nightfall,becoming one with the rocks I’m sitting on…Sinking in my own reminiscence of your smile,your lips and your smell…Not missing you, not longing for you,but grieving for the dreams that held the image ofthe darkest brown eyes.Perhaps I was your one as you called me…It is said a man can be happywith any womanbut the one he truly loves.

Our love is like the moon,changeable through all the phasesof complete disappearance to full existence.It raises the sea up to the skyand makes the cool wind ripple its surface.Blindly sparkling it doesn’t let us see.I know I’m not the only one to love you,but your heart inquired only of me.

The two of us,two lost keys of the different doors,once strangers and now a souvenir of pain.