I woke up and now I'm alone. That this is not in me
But why is it still bleeding? If the memory of our past is still alive
Love and time are still an offering to him
And in the middle of the night alone
And looking at your picture
And nowâ He's back with me
Memories of the whole night
If you ever think that this is not with me
I hope you hear my lonely voice still

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